She felt so small.

He looked so small sitting there, holding his legs like bundles of worry.

And she knew now why he painted; he was searching for the color of relief.

She felt like that brush, pouring all the shades of her knowledge and giving him no satisfaction, so tiny.

So she took him in her arms, to help him become bigger, and to hold him and know he wasn’t growing any smaller.

Don’t let the words pour out, your eyes cried so many tears; he doesn’t need your tears.

She held him and she kissed him and she hopes now he knows he’s big enough for her to clearly see.

I see you, I see you and you’re not going anywhere.