Bonding Poem by Christine Kerr

I tripped,
I tumbled,
I always fell.
For being the baby,
my life was hell.

My teacher was my Bud,
he tried to show me the way.
It took to grade eight,
before I had anything to say.

Teased and bullied,
no cuddling before bed.
Came so close to heaven.
Wished I was there instead.

The angles told me,
'it's not your time to go.
There's a lot of other children,
that you must help grow'

My teacher showed me friendship,
till he turned blue,
My final response was,
'If I knew the answer,
I would tell you.'

With much confusion
I showed him my tears.
The closer he came to me,
the more I felt fear.

There was admiration for each other,
we were surely two of a kind.
My strongest trait was to do it alone,
while his was to get deep in my mind.

A child's bond,
is a precious thing.
Without it, they feel,
they have nothing to gain.

He smiled, He coached me,
to sit with the crowd.
My expression showed him that,
too close was not allowed.

Finally, his thought was accomplishment,
but it quickly changed to disbelief.
Once he noticed my angered expression,
he nearly fell off his seat.

We both felt we learned something new.
His warmth and words linger with me today.
Everyone in this world needs hugs.
I know now, that hugs are O.K.