Dramatic Play
©May 19th, 2017
By Vijaya Sundaram
When a child falls down,
And you cannot catch him,
How do you restore trust?
Not to fear, says his mother
He’s a child. He will forget.
Look! He’s running around.
He’s not hurt. He’ll forget, you’ll see.
You nod and feel comforted, briefly.
Then it hits you, and you think
Ah, but you see, I cannot.
A child’s tears are liquid thorns
That catch your skin.
You can pull out sadness,
But you bleed.
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