He turned around to see if she was still upset
He knew he had hurt her somehow…
But he thought it was a game…wasn’t it?
He tried catching her attention but in vain…
He didn’t know what had gone wrong
He went closer, bent his head to look
At her from beneath
And a drop of something cold hit him
He wondered if it was the same thing that
Came out of his eye when he cried
Looked like it, for it matched those coming
Out now, from his eyes…
He pushed at her with his little finger…
He hoped he could look sorry enough
When those beautiful eyes of his mother
Looked into his tiny wide ones….