In the glow of the nite lite
With a tear on your lash
I hold on to your hand
And let the fear you have Pass
You got lost in a sea of a nap time idea
Made you feel full of fear, in need of some help to free ya
As I hold you in my arms and give you a hug
I tell you I will be with you to fill you with love
At last you are calm and fall into your bed
And I wait till you rest and then I kiss your head
And tell you a tale of the day that we met
It was the best day that I have ever had- yet
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Broken Glass
Of all the students Mr. Benedick expected to see in his office, he did not expect the boy who was sitting there. What grade was this one, he thought? He walked over to his desk, looked at the folder Ms. Diner had left out for him, and opened it. There was a photo inside of it, taken from last year’s picture day. Not much growth; not too different. The boy sitting in front of him had nothing strange or unusual in his file, if a child’s life defined by having “nothing disruptive or regretful” in it could be called fine. Mr. Benedick also realized that “life” was an anagram of “file,” and wondered where that thought came from as he stared at the boy in front of him. Benny Duncan. Grade Four. Beloved by all his teachers so far. He had seen the boy playing with the other boys his age in the school yard at recess. Four Square and foot hockey. A normal-looking kid. A normal kid… And here he was, after a very stupid moment with the fire alarm and a shoe.
By Kendall Defoe 3 days ago in Fiction
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This is just so beautifully written. I felt a peace come over me while reading this. Very well done.
Really warm and charming piece! Great job!! 👏☺️
Awww, this was so sweet! Very lovely!
This hearkens back to our favorite children's book, "I'll Love You Forever", so beautifully capturing that love, care & concern a parent has for their panicked child & what it means to be able to hold & calm them. Capturing this moment so poignantly, Kelli, well done.
This is quite lovely!
This is so sweet. Reads like a nursery rhyme.