draw a picture for me.
do you know why you are here?
your mommy loves you.
are my directions, clear?
this woman is already annoying.
i already know what they both expect.
pick out some crayons.
i've picked the black one.
they're watching intently.
do they know what i suspect?
let me give them
exactly what they want.
a sky of storm clouds
with pummeling dark raindrops falling down.
let's have that talk now.
let's have our semi-private kind of chat.
let's delve into the bottom
let's see exactly where you're at.
(i think you want to make your feelings a welcome mat.)
see mommy's olive eyes now
how they fill in with tender tears.
let's take a while longer.
share all your goblin fears.
our session's nearly over
yes, your puzzle pieces fit.
but could you please do one more thing, now?
you've got to give up one more teeny tiny bit...
would you gather your crayons
and draw another picture, or perhaps two?
here sits a
stupid woman and a sad mommy
staring right in front of you.
I'll take up the crayolas and draw a little scene,
yes I can have a little fun.
I'll use the orange red and yellow
and paint them the biggest smiling sun.
then populate the paper with the brightest flowers.
they will be so surprised how this
will blot out the blackened showers
the ones I drew when we began.
what a fine good picture.
mommy sighs and dabs deftly at her eyes.
it was good to meet you
(isn't this a big dumb surprise?)
come see me again.
lady...are YOU crazy?
you must be stupid
I would not come back
NOT IN A MILLION YEARS!
you are as foolish as I am wise.
mom, do you feel better?
I ask as I reach for her trembling hand?
she asks, but do you feel better?
I nod yes because she feels better.
I nod because I can.
all my pretty pictures
I can draw them so well.
i can heal mommy when i want to
with the many colored lies i've learned to tell.
Copyright Monday September 19,2011 All Rights Reserved By Author