No Place for My Boy October skies crisp and clean Granite steps wide and thick Old oak doors opened to an Oz-like land inside But where is my boy? Movement and laughter Brownies and smiles greeted one and all PTA-parents and teachers together But not for my boy. Piercing bell sounds interrupted the gala Faces changed Bodies stiffened And moved into classrooms Each took their places Where is the place for my boy? Up the polished step Holding the smooth rail Up to the second floor Is my boy here? Windows shouted of children's art Desks bragged of books they'd read Perfect papers work lined the walls But none by my boy? Teacher of the year beamed with pride So many successes; so many gains Reading and writing and friends What about my boy? Back in a corner next to a TRANSOM A broken pencil decorated an all but empty desk The mechanical man waited to tell the secret There was no place for your boy? Her face turned bleak and strained "I don't know him," she claimed "He is not like the rest." "He doesn't belong here." There is no place for your boy.   Copyright ©2001 Sue Gazda   Click here to email Sue       Except where otherwise noted, all poetry on this website is the copyrighted work of Virginia Carlson at "picsandpoems.com." Please see my Terms of Use. Copyright © 2000-2001 picsandpoems.com.  All Rights Reserved.