The little boy
with blonde hair
and green eyes
looked at his mother
with deep affection
and with all
of the sincerity of
the most pure
heart asked, "Are
you thinking exactly
what I'm thinking?"
I don't think he was
prepared for the
response she gave him.
"Get a move on. I
don't have all day."
But of course she did.
Unless she was struck down
as she left the theater.
Somehow I'd be
willing to bet
his mother did
not hear the gentle
and unassuming
connection this boy
felt with her right
before she destroyed him.
25 November 1995
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