There is a fear in a child
When he realizes that mom cannot do anything
There is a sudden yet growing terror
When he discovers that she is sometimes weak
He looks up at her and looks around
He will do anything of course–
But he is so small
And the world so big,
And there are monsters.
He squeezes her hand hard
If only he could find someone bigger than mommy
But he already knows the danger in that
It smells like battle
And he is small and soft
Who will fight when the monsters come?
Who will fight for mommy?