Richard - you were with us for a while,
We who live by the forest edge,
But we did not know
As you walked into the forest,
So welcoming by day, but fearsome by night.
If we had met you on your walk
Would we have spoken, heard what was on your mind.
Could words have turned you back?
Evidence - mothers of troubled sons
With you, questioning, grieving.
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