A Reason To Look Angry
The child’s face is as red as his mask, which is red.
The principal says, “He needs a place to cool down”.
He looks like he needs a refrigerator.
I wish he had a popsicle; he needs one for sure.
I give him two choices- talk or just play.
He chooses to play, a good sign.
Some come in so angry they choose to glare.
I have ten grandchildren, so I easily ignore this.
When he is ready to talk, he turns into Mr. Delightful.
He tells me his woes which do not sound like woes at all.
I tell him I think this is silly stuff.
I ask him “what do you think?” He agrees it is silly stuff.
While we play with kinesthetic sand I learn more.
He has some mean teenage sisters who pick on him.
He has a brother he never gets to see, and another brother
who died of a drug overdose. He says this matter-of-factly; he is eight.
I am starting to think maybe he has a reason to look angry.
An angry face almost always is a mask for sadness.
I am sad for him. He continues to play, throwing out more information.
I am not surprised; this is how it always goes in my office.
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