Through his eyes

by Angela Dickey
(Cohasset, MN)

Through his eyes

Why are these people looking at me?
Why must they stare?
Don’t they see it hurts me?
Don’t they even care?
Tears swell up in my eyes
I try to pretend that their not there
Another reason for them to look at me
I wish I didn’t care
I search the room for her
I look into her eyes
You know what I need MOM
You seem to hear my thoughts as clear as I
She tells me, “Everything will be alright.”
At first it’s hard to believe her
How does she really know?
She can see how upset I am
How can I let these feelings just go?
She gets me to a safe place
Where the lights are down low
She tries not to touch me much
She knows how that bugs me so
Little by little I start to feel better
She checks on me often
To make sure that I’m okay
It takes me awhile
I made it though it again this time
I am alright
I’m glad that she can read my thoughts
Though my eyes