I didn’t know what was needed.
I just knew that you weren’t sure.
Clear like a cool spring morning breeze.
Your thoughts were far from pure.
I stacked the odds against you.
Or at least you told your mind.
Seems the problem with illusions.
Good intentions are hard to find.
Wasn’t trained for right reactions.
That would satisfy your core.
You thought I used to much force.
And I thought I needed more.
It’s good that we can talk now.
It’s more than some folks do.
I’ve learned so much about this.
And a child led us through.
Dennis Mantin
