Why?
Why do I have so much fear for my black son?
my Indigenous daughter?
They are young, educated, kind, compassionate. Raised to respect elders.
Why do I worry that they will not come home tonight tell me about their day.
I cannot breathe my lungs filled with fear. I sit at the window
my view obstructed by unstoppable flowing, salty tears
And I wait until I know they are safe.