Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Ms. three year old drops back onto the sidewalk.
Her eyes look right through me, is she in shock,
terrified of the characters, or going to pass out.
Her arm is extended, her hand lays limp from the wrist,
a stroke? My husband sees her then, grabs her up.
Jeni, are you okay? he asks her but gets no answer.
We are in the middle of a parade at Disney World,
where can we get help? Then in the tiniest of voices
she gasps, He kissed my hand, Goofy kissed my hand!
Like a teen at an idols’ concert, her smile begins to spread
is in total disbelief. She holds out her hand to me.
when I try to touch. No, that hand, that kiss is all hers.