My son is fading

 small shoulders straining

homework compressing

a once perfect back

His hunger for life

now tutored and taming

bright eyes reflecting

that small screen’s blue light

His comet’s now trailing

sublime light is fading

Make it alright


Lighten the load

shoulder the weight

feed the hunger

warm the cold

Light up the dark

take on the blows

hold back the flood

fill in the gaps

Sooth the fear

sweeten the shame

mop up the mess

soak up the rage

My sun is fading

comet’s now trailing

It’s not alright