by Kay Scorah
Dad on the bus lowers his head
To be closer to little Florence
Who is reading, out loud, the pictures in her book
Outside the school gate, 4 p.m.
Side by side, shoulder touching shoulder,
Teenage schoolboys study the same screen
Teacher bends from the waist to bring her ear closer
As little Mari softly voices the fear
That no-one likes her.
Dancer D takes my weight, I take hers
We each pause for a while, simultaneously,
This need to rest may be hers, or it may be mine
Wobbly Wendy in first her free headstand
Yoga Paddy standing close enough
for her to sense that he is there
I will not let your voice go unheard,
Nor let you go through this alone.
I will not let you fall.
(Inspired by @itsthelab The Lab #14)
(Images: 2 of my best “empathy leaning” buddies…)