Shock & Awe
In passing,
he grabbed my finger -
a bright sweet-faced little boy
he squeezed.
It was nothing to him -
a simple gesture in the flash of a moment.
He was there and then gone.
How did he come to choose me?
Middle-aged, fat
and having had no children of my own,
I was unused to impulsive little boys.
The shock of this pure act rippled through my body
and when it reached my heart I grabbed it
and held it with awe.
he grabbed my finger -
a bright sweet-faced little boy
he squeezed.
It was nothing to him -
a simple gesture in the flash of a moment.
He was there and then gone.
How did he come to choose me?
Middle-aged, fat
and having had no children of my own,
I was unused to impulsive little boys.
The shock of this pure act rippled through my body
and when it reached my heart I grabbed it
and held it with awe.
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