The ugly presence,
Of dreaded fear,
Is abnormally near,
So he runs,
Making sharp turns,
Wild jumps,
His wide eyes,
Dart from side to side,
I stand,
Firm and strong,
Just an arrow's throw away,
He smashes into me,
But I won't fall over,
I hold him,
Vowing to never let go,
The urge to run leaves his feet,
The urge to hide leaves his mind,
He becomes silent,
His breathing becomes steady,
He is safe in my embrace,
My running boy,
Is okay in my arms