by Jane Winstead

Created on: April 04, 2009   Last Updated: April 09, 2009

The Gentle Touch of Mommy:

He's standing on the stage

Surrounded by other children.

His eyes plead, what am I doing here?

The music and singing starts;

The others are making motions to the words.

He clasps his arms over his chest

I don't want to do this.

His face reflects panic

And then hurt.

His hands cover his mouth

He controls his emotions and fights the tears;

Ever the little man

Eternity and its over;

He goes swiftly to daddy in the front row

He doesn't raise his eyes

Humiliation floods his body

He failed

Daddy whispers in his ear

Comforted now

The floodgates open

The tears cannot be stopped.

And then,

Mommy's gentle touch

She holds him close

Everything is all right now.

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