A Picture You’d Painted of Me

nope, still NOT my work of art!

A child started, drawing, a MONSTER, spitting out fire in the class…

That was, a picture you’d painted, of me, and, after the teacher showed your picture to me, I’d started wondering, had I been, too tired from work, too mean to you, because of ALL the stresses I’d come under at work, and lashed all of that out at you, my love?

And so, that night, as I tucked you in, I’d told you, that mommy did NOT mean to be mean, it’s just, that life is getting harder, there are, bills that I can’t pay, payments that I can’t make, along with an assortment of hassles from our daily life, that it wasn’t, your fault, that when mommy gets angry, it’s because I’m angry at ME, not you!

You looked at me, with those big, bright eyes, touched my hand, told me, it’s okay, mommy, everything will be fine…how?  How?  How can you be so sure, that everything will turn out okay?  I don’t even know that, and I am the ADULT here!!!

A picture you’d painted of me, I’d taken a photograph of, with my mind, so I won’t forget, and, I’d, held that picture you’d painted of me, close to my heart, it was, the very FIRST thought you’d expressed about me, so naturally, I’d, cherished it so…

A picture you’d painted of me, holding you in my arms, as we went out, slayed them dragons, to rescue them princesses in lock up.  That, was the dreams of your childhood career, my love………