How can our children be safe on the streets
When the danger from the shadows is grave
These evil stalkers increase by the day
If you think otherwise, your naive
They wait and they watch for their moment
When the time draws nearer to strike
And through tears you'll report your child missing
Disappeared to this scum and their like
And the guilt that you feel will not leave you
It will eat you up body and soul
But you just turned you're back for a moment
In that moment your baby was stole
But lets put the blame where it lays here
And the blame lays squarely with them
These peadophiles who stalk our poor children
They should never release them again
So trust no one when it comes to your children
Cause' it may just be someone you know
And then maybe you'll be well rewarded
Through the years, as you watch your child grow
Know the emotions well, my daugher was one of the lucky ones. She was found eight months later two thousand miles away from home. My first born son was molested by his Kindergarten teacher who was released from school ten years earlier but kept on payroll and returned to teaching a second time when my son was entering Kindergarten. You know what I learned?? TRUST NO ONE!
Just as life during the pandemic was color-coded with different hues representing different levels of danger, life in its aftermath has become shaded in similar ways. As a self-styled “Seeker of Beauty with Beauty,” (borrowing from a quote by W.E.B.
South Baltimore serves as the backdrop for this gripping story of three brothers leading very different lives but joined forever by the secrets of a painful family past.
The deep-dive literary meditations presented as stories, poems, and essays in The American Poet Who Went Home Again, A Mosaic of My Soul at Work, have captivated and inspired readers ever since its first paperback publication in 2008.
Be always safe,
Karen
Be always safe,
Karen