He sat at her side.
And tugged at her skirt.
The waves in her ruffles
He swam in his hurt.
A kiss upon his forehead
Like dew drops on a rose.
The warmth she offered
He did not oppose.
Clothed in
Lace-covered love
She stroked his wet face.
He, a scared little dove.
With callused hands,
A mother's touch,
She calmed his pain.
It took not much.
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