Dead End
As our wayward children shuffle back and forth from
Holding cells to prisons, then to halfway houses, we
Raise children they have had. Is there some way we
Failed as parents? If we did, why have we been assigned
To try again?
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2024-09-19 at 02:13
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