Hands on hips with arms akimbo,
Strident, stalwart, self-assured,
Mother knows that something's
happened;
Knows the truth will be obscured.
Questions probe but find no answers,
Yet her fervor still persists.
In the end the child relents,
But "not my fault", he must
insist.
Now he promises he's sorry.
It won't happen e'er again.
In her eyes he seeks forgiveness;
Blind compassion from his friend.
Who can punish wide-eyed childhood?
Would it help make him obey?
In the end she finds forgiveness,
And she sends him out to play.
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