As The Door Slams Shut Poem by James McLain

As the door slammed shut;
All I could think was,
I had your ears checked dozens of times.
You could read, your eye sight was fine.
You were not raised,
with some false since of entitlement,
like so many others since have.
No evidence of fire starting or
the harming of animals.
We have many photos of you doing,
manifesting behavior well within normal.
You had what you needed and much,
much more
while many others had much less.
Some little problems with sharing.
Why was learning so painfully.
Obviously learning from others was not.
As the door slams shut.