Flowers dance on the breeze
But tears are burning my eyes.
The summer sun shines too bright mocking me, laughing.
She waves goodbye, but the wave is absent.
She’s not thinking about me at all.
I swallow my fears as best I can, but the world is
swallowing me.
I’m alone. My mama fades into the distance.
The lady smiles down at me, her large gray teeth like a
beaver’s.
She is a friend, but she’s not my mama.
I can’t help it, the tears stream down my face.
She calls me honey.
That’s my mama’s nickname for me, and this lady isn’t my
mama.
I face the world so big, so dark. The lady helps me out of
the car.
But I only want to go home to my mama.
To a child, the first time you leave mama is hard.
I get out of the car. I see my best friend. We eat cookies.
And mama is forgotten until the next morning
When I give her a big hug.
And all is right in the world again.
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