Head in hands,
She's trembling, shaking even
She sits there as if peering in shadows,
Just like that timid little girl..
Who hid behind her mother's frock,
Just like the baby kangaroo who gazed from her mother's pouch,
She has this expression,
The look of a deer caught in the head lamp...
Bewildered, startled, awfully frightened even,
Concerned ... I asked,
What's wrong?
What are you are afraid of little girl?
But...she just stares at me,
Right through me,
Right past me even,
She is caught up in the distance,
She is caught up in her own little world,
She doesn't answer,
Still trembling...
My word...
It doesn't even seem as if I exist...
She just sat and stared...
She pinched herself...
I asked once more...
What's wrong?
What are you afraid of little girl?
Congratulations you were superb,
Three cheers you did well...
Eyes wide open...She looked up at me...
She stuttered and asked...
Did I, diiid, I, I just do that
Was I really that good?
Did they like it even?
Or was it all a dream?
I didn't do that did I?
Did I really?
I smiled, nodded and said...
Why yes of course...You actually did...
And you were Brilliant, Marvelous, Wonderful,
Amazing, Fantastic, Remarkable, Splendid even,
I offered my hand to help her up...It looked as if..
She was coming to...
I asked again are you okay, why are you scared,
What's wrong? What are you afraid of?
She looked up at me and in the softest voice..
She said&. Do you know what, I think that I am afraid of me..
