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Dec 2012
Tears streaming like a rainy day,
A little boy broken,
Had nothing to say,
Went to his mother with words unspoken,
“mommy.”
The boy sobbed,

The mothers heart stopped,
“My angel what’s wrong”
She grabbed her son,
“Mommy I can’t do it,
Can’t take it,
It’s too hard to stay strong.”

“Darling be more clear?”
She worried for something all mothers fear.
“Mommy it’s the bigger boys.”
He fiddled with his teddy toy.
“They say nasty things,
Things that sting,
And sometimes they hit me,
But I won’t hit back you see,
Mommy you taught me never to fight,
So why do those boys think its right.”

“My darling
My dear,
Of our world you must hear,
Never too young,
To learn of its wrong,
Never too small,
To hit that wall.
These boy’s they are bullies,
Mean, rowdy and rude,
They wish into your happiness to intrude.”
“But mommy,
But why?
Why make me cry?
Mommy I won’t lie,
Some days I just want to die,

Mommy I want to run,
So far away,
Just to keep those mean boys at bay,
Take my own life,
Its getting harder,
And they’re hurting me mommy,
Further and further.”

“My sweet heart,
My dear,
Listen here,
You got to take life by the horns,
Never can you mourn,

Never give in,
And never give up,
You can cry,
But be prepared to mop it up,

Mommy wishes it where a fairytale,
Of happily ever afters,
And I wish for you my boy,
That life could only be full of laughter,

But my dear little love,
Your feathers are still white as a dove,
They only now are being ruffled,
Because of life’s ever scuffle,

My boy stay strong,
It won’t be too long,
Forever not always as it seems,
And so you’ll find forever’s a flawed dream,

Today may be masked in pain,
And it may leave your courage lame,
But my sweet little tiger,
You must stand your ground,
And seek inward,
For I know there your heart will be found,

A heart of pride,
Of good,
Of joy,
A heart,
No fiend,
No enemy can destroy,


So my dearest sweet,
As you sit her at my feet,
Ready to face a unnecessary defeat,

Fight one more day,
Take life by its horns,
Giving in and giving up,
Only you will scorn,

Push my boy,
Push,
Lay it at God’s feet,
His plans for you may seem bitter,
But the end is always sweet.

Listen to your mommy son,
Listen good and clear,
You won’t ever have to fight alone,
As long as mommy and God
Is here.”
Lesley Rautenbach
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Lesley Rautenbach
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