Silence is a deadly sound,
The boy at play with what he found.
Full attention on his prize,
Something new to feast his eyes.
The mother in the other room,
Distracted by some gloom and doom,
A TV drama that means so much,
She leaves the child so out of touch.
No distraction could be heard,
When pills went down first, second, third.
The boy slides down upon the floor,
His breathing silenced forever more.
Later when the show is done,
The mother looks to find her son,
She calls and calls his name out loud,
Now frantic ’cause he can’t be found.
And then upon discovery,
She melts to floor in misery,
The sobs and wails are long and loud,
Dead son of which she was so proud.
So mind your children carefully,
Their safety must be primary,
A show, a book, a telephone call,
Are not important. Not at all.