When you fall,
I pick you up,
And dust you down,
And gently cup
Your face within
These hands of mine,
And as you grizzle
And you whine,
I whisper softly
In your ear,
All the words
You need to hear,
To help you
Feel calm again,
And to help
To ease your pain.
Your tears dry,
Your breathing slows,
You’re feeling better,
And it shows.
And every time,
I am surprised,
To see this change,
Before my eyes.
You were so sad,
And now you’re fine,
Because I took
Your hand in mine.
Pooky's Poems 
Cute little girl. Yours? Shame about the booboos on her knees. 😦
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Yes, that’s Lyra, she’s 4 and these grazes were THE END OF THE WORLD 😉
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I can tell that from her face. I feel her pain. I’m glad you made her all better!
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This is a beautiful capturing of the soothing a mother can give.
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Thank you, sometime the moments I capture are just daft, fleeting things, but I think these are the moments that will mean the most when I’m looking back in years to come.
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I agree, as I too find that the fleeting moments are the most important!
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