Wednesday, September 15, 2010

and as the child came of age...

there were certain nuances which had to be addressed....
certain awkward instances.....
requiring an 'ever so delicate' hand.....
the hand of a mother, of course....
who else would look out for the little man ?
who else always had ?

and so....
she continued forward....
softly, yet assertively, weaving 'their' pathway.....
with more than a hint of 'politique'...
she had a way....yes she did....
of opening the 'un openable'....
she would smoke out the nay sayers.....
in lithe fashion.....
with sanguine expectation....

only she knew the subtleties of making the boy feel like a 'king'....
without false or posed idiom....
an AUTHENTIC KING......

the thought made her lips curl into a sweet smile....
life was good indeed..
just needed a bit of 'tweeking'.....