There is a certain type of scream
No child should ever make
As a mother if you hear it
You are instantly awake.

Should I mind my own business
Or knock upon the door?
I cannot do the first
The second scares me more.

The frequent sounds of distress
Disturb me more each day
I cannot hear those children
And turn my heart away.

Who do I tell about this?
What is the right thing to do?
Maybe nothing’s wrong
Yet I worry that’s not true.

I hope my fears are groundless
But I have to make that call
No child should make that sound
The one that’s coming through my wall.

Lady Satellite (Western Australia)
First published on the author's blog, Lady Satellite — 365 Poems Project

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