Little boy, we know that it’s not cool
To pull a face like how you’d react.
When a day is made of gloom,
It’s just not meant to be packed.

Little boy, may your Dad be not that full
Of what you’d say behind his back.
May he always need some non-pills to lull
Himself from his pharmaceutical shack.

Little boy, may your Mum be not a fool
For all the time of suffering from attacks.
There’s you, and your kid bro to dull
And the harshness of money ain’t snacks.

I know,

Little boy, this ain’t gonna be helpful,
The poem I’m writing with rhymes cracked.
And we haven’t talked that much since noon
Not to mention, I don’t quite have what it takes.

But,

Little boy, please keep being hopeful,
And forget about what it lacks.
There’s always a place, namely, Our School,
To keep you cocooned and intact.

Cuz,

Little boy, can you look up to the Moon
It doesn’t shine, it reflects,
But we always find it beautiful,
Sometimes what matters is not just facts.