My Fingers Were All Curled Up

We were crossing the street,

My fingers were all curled up,

In her hand.

I tried to free them...

'Let me run across the street, Mum'

I looked at her annoyingly,

She pulled me back firmly.

We were walking across the street,

My fingers were all curled up, in her hand.

I was looking at the playground...

In the background.

And Wait...

She had let them free!

I looked at her in bewilderment,

She nodded to my wonderment.

I ran joyfully and joined my pack.

We were walking across the street,

My fingers were all curled up, in her hand.

And we stopped by the school,

I looked at her... Almost pleading,

My grip in her hands, almost tightening,

She smiled,

And held both my hands warmly,

'Child, I am always there with you'

She whispered lovingly.

She stood there,

As long as I could see,

As I walked ahead, much calmer.

She protects,

She lets me have fun,

She guides,

My dearest Mum!