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Up is like down when you are on the monkey bars,
Swaying back and forth, seeking momentum for the next bar.
When the girl loses her hand to the wind with a thump.
Mother no where in sight,
She feels alone, like an owl in the night.
Her hands and knees are burning,
Just as the tears rolling down her dirt covered cheeks.
Alone in the moment,
Full of fear and distress.
Out of the hot summer sun, is a woman,
Her Mother.
Falling to her knees to her daughters rescue.
Scooping her up, the girl whispers;
“It’s okay mommy, I forgive you.”





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Kellygayle said...
Jun. 6, 2011 at 6:34 pm
Sweet angel, your mother wants to give you the courage to fly on your own. It all starts on the monkey bars. Of course she's there when that courage and independence needs a SpongeBob bandaid.
 
Author replied...
Jun. 7, 2011 at 10:43 am
Thanks mommy!
 
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