Help is in the Making

If I could reach out to you,

back then,

I would come to you, little boy.

I would shield you with my strengthened arms,

and defend you

with my aged wit.

I see you, walking,

shoes untied, a little unsure

of how to tighten the knot,

with your little belt in hand,

fast approaching the school bully.

I am afraid to report,

that more consequences

are headed your way,

but it is not your fault;

for after all,

you have learned from the best.

Stay strong

little one,

with impossible dreams,

I shall be with you soon,

to save us both,

from our Makers.

Alan Salé