Wednesday, October 3, 2012


Sometimes it seems a meltdown is needed, a necessary thing.  Having an office next to a nursery school teaches me new things every morning.  

There is a child
Having a meltdown
Outside my office door.
I know how he feels.
The day is gray and rainy.
Lunch is not to his liking.
His mother has yet
To materialize.
You name it
There is probably more.
Meanwhile the adults offer
Continuing calm voices.
They will soak him up
With a sponge
When it is over.
Dry the tears.
Already I hear the gulps.
They signal the end
Of the meltdown.

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