Where Were You?
by Lavender Leigh
Friday, September 28, 2007
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Where were you at two in the morning?
I found your clothes in a heap on your bed.
Who were you with and what were you up to?
I wondered, worried, and thought you were dead.
I have a right to know that youíre safe;
a right not to worry that youíre up to no good.
I have the right to believe what you tell me,
And know that youíre doing just what you should.
I could put bars over your windows.
Perhaps an alarm on the back door would do.
I donít think I could prevent your escaping,
So Iím thinking this time, that Iím really through.
Go sneak out the window if it makes you feel better.
Walk out the door, or better yet, run.
When I get the call to tell me youíre injured,
Iíll say ďyou must be mistaken, I have no son".
A son would think twice about hurting his mother,
and doing things that cause her to cry.
A son would try hard to protect her feelings.
He might not know how, but at least he would try.
Iím sure that you do have someone there with you,
A child that is injured, or bleeding, or dead.
But if I had a son, he wouldnít cause me to worry.
Heíd be where he should be, at home in his bed.
I wish you luck in finding his mother.
I know she sits waiting for someone to call.
Iím sure that right now, sheís pacing the floor.
And because sheís his mother, she canít sleep at all.
September 27, 2007