I Need A Longer Break
Are you okay? he asked.
I fessed up-
I haven't been well,
Since, well, I drank from sippy cups.
He looked angry,
Then like someone kicked a puppy.
Honestly, I didn't need to see it-
It was how I felt.
He questioned me,
more in a sense of wonderment,
than any sort of blame.
My shame lay dormant
for a moment
while he just looked so concerned.
He let me in to hide,
and out when I asked.
Honestly, of all the people here,
he seems the most up to the task
of keeping me
alive,
awake,
alert,
enthusiastic.
And maybe I don't need help,
but gracious reception
is a gift in itself.
Thank you.