Hail slicing down
While under a tree
I wonder how much you can hear with me.
Does that pitter patter escape you still?
The running children's shrieks, so shrill.
Your hair still smells of sand and sun,
Warmed by an hour's playground fun,
While ice falls from a sky so clear -
It bounced on your hood then, did you hear?
I know right now it seems too much,
To hear and see and smell and touch.
Your shoes hurled furiously to the floor
When you simply cannot take anymore.
Your favourite hoodie rejected with rage
Its confines now feel like a cage.
Unfamiliar anger on that beautiful face
Relearning your sling is a safe, calm place.
Of course, fun times are still ours
Building high and destroying towers
Developmental listening games,
Learning to hear your very own name.
But this won't be the last day with tears
Because of your lovely, imperfect ears.
So for now we'll stay here, under this tree,
Where I can protect you, perfectly.
No comments:
Post a Comment