You have your audience spell-bound,
Words dripping like honey; sweet and alluring.
A tiny smile plays across your lips,
Your eyes lit from within.
Immersed in the spirit of your words,
Aroused by the strength of your beliefs.
Who would have thought a moment ago,
You were plagued with anxiety
With trembling hands and knees,
Stomach churning with nerves.
Creased with worry were your brows,
I had to warm your icy hands with mine,
Whisper words of encouragement and comfort to you,
Assure you of greatness,
A wonderful reception,
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My pride in you.
Seeing you up there,
So confident,
Strong.
Happy for you, I am.
Mine no longer,
Gift to the world.
3 comments:
I really like this. Reads like a mother watching as her son is about to give a speech.
Glad you like it Jaycee. A mother watching her son; exactly what i had in mind.
Awwwwwww I like this. Very VERY VERY VERY VERY FAMILIAR FEELING!!!
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