I told my son
about the mob of anger
that pushed its way
into the Capitol,
preparing myself
for all his questions,
except the one he asked:
“But mama, what made them so sad?”
He tells me anger
is just sadness
before the tears.
It doesn’t make it right,
I want to yell,
but I don’t,
I pull him in close
and ask him to tell
me more.