The Soul Of A Childhood Silence Poem by Ronald Britcher

The silence of a child
Is like the lost land of toys
In the closet size room
The parents who he tries to Avoid

Silence was his keeper
With an imaginary friend
He imposed on his future
On running away again

He stole some paper
With no pen in sight
He used a needle
To writes words really bright

With his parents asleep
Bags are finished and packed
He looks out his window
With tears being held back

He surges out his window
With pride and no skill
He starts his journey
With a bus ride down the hill


He continues his journey
Very quietly and happy
Not knowing the driver
Has a first degree Felony

He ask the Driver
To stop ahead
The driver kept driving
As the speed progressed instead

So he kept quiet
Because he was scared
Staring at the driver
Who seemed impaired

The driver asked
What are you doing
The boy replied
He was not human

The driver laughed
As the speed got faster
The bus lost control
It caused fatality Disaster



The driver was not going to survive
It was the boy who went missing
The driver complied
It was a little boy who was assisting

The officer was relieved
That they caught him in time
The bus was full of dynamite
The was being timed

As the driver insisted
There was a child on the bus
The officer laughed
There was no child so hush

As the driver's heart was failing
He closed his eyes
The officer has confessed
That the driver has died

In the paper
The following morning
It showed the convicted driver
It also showed a story about a mothers mourning



The 15th Dreadful Anniversary
Of her child's loss
The mother talked about
How cancer has a cost

Explaining their child's passing
While they were sleeping
The Boy wrote a letter
To make them start believing

The note was written in red
With a blood drown crossed
Explain to his parent
He has lost

The cop read the story
Before watching the bus tapes
Saw the driver pick up a boy
So the cop became amazed

The cop kept watching
As the bus crashed
The young boy
Disappeared in a flash



After watching the video
He rewinds to the boy
It was the same boy in the picture
From the article before

The cop takes a trip
To what was the little boy's home
To get answers
Plus to see if his parents were home

Knocked on the door
Rang the bell
An older woman answered the door
Became a serious Tale

She started with a gasp
Saying sure come in
Then she started talking
Of him back then

Showing pictures and drawings
What his hobby was
Pictures and Pictures
Of saving a bus


The cop look aroused
Trying to not cry
That the little boys dream
Was to fight off all crime

She continued to talk
With tears to her face
Wishing it was her
That cancer faced

As the story was coming to an end
She bowed her head
Saying that was my son
That wrote the letter in red.