Cowering under blankets
The child doesn't know
He gasps, frightened
But like a child he can't help but peer out from under the blankets
Cool, he says from beneath his hiddy hole
Hey! I didn't say anything, he laughs
No… he pouts
She smiles at him
There is nothing else she wants to do
Than give him her attention
He's locked
Looking back at her
Like a train wreck
He can't look away
Mesmerized
He knows he's trapped
He giggles again
He sipps from is water cup because he doesn't know what else to do…
But it won't sway her
He's never known such attention
He has no idea what to do with it
It's almost embarrassing
But she won't look away from him
His pursed lips speaks volumes
He hides under his pajamas
He asks her a question
“Ah” she thinks and smiles
He tries to argue with her
It's cute
“It is cute,” she playfully replies
He laughs
“Do I say here? What do I do?” he asked her
She smiled some more
And waited for him to come a little further
Just a bit
From out of the covers
She won't answer his questions for him.
They must come from within…
“Come out and play…” she coaxed.
He scratched his head, not sure how to respond.
He tried to act like his dad, thinking that she would be fooled by his “grown up” answers.
But she knew that her steady attention and smile would go much further.
The little boy's gremlin started taunting him in his head, making him distracted from her presence.
The little boy hardly knew it was there whispering logic in his head, while she tried to coax the creativity in the boy out to play.
“So he began to ask how to play…” and she was delighted by this…
“yes, there are rules…
“and the rules are?” He asked in a mock grown up tone…
He was so impetutious,
So cute…
She hoped for so much for him… this inner child…
Speaking from within the blankets and covers of a grown man
Things that were placed upon him
From so long ago
They were once for comfort
They were now a prison
Though he knew it not.
“The rules are:
1. have fun
2. trust others
3. trust yourself
4. and most importantly, it's ok to make mistakes.
“Ready?” she asked…
He started to say something then said, ”never mind…”
Trust others,
Trust yourself
Remember?
He forgot that he was scared,
Scared about what others might think
Scared he might make a mistake
Or look foolish…
He attempted to correct her,
To let her know what was really inside of him.
She smiled because he was sharing… it was a good first step.
The second step was that he read his first poem.
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