I Worry for My Mother

I worry for my mother

What if she doesn’t return?

There are so many perils in our world

What will it be?

A rifle, a handgun, an automatic?

There are so many innocent lives to protect

In her line of work, they’re on the news;

They’re dead and dead and heroes

It’s a hard and noble job;

I’m always proud to answer when people ask me what my mother does

But it shouldn’t be so dangerous, I think;

And they should be so much better paid

“What does your mother do?” they ask

I tell them, “She teaches the third grade.”

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