Safe Place — July 19, 2004

Safe Place

I’ve got a really nice smile on my face,
But tears, I know, will quickly follow.

I try to keep on looking happy,
But my chest feels empty and hollow.

“Come and play with us!” they said.
“At the playground called Safe Place.”

They told me all about the games there.
It sounds like fun. I want to play.

So I go tell my Mommy about Safe Place.
Is it OK to go there? Can I play?

So she checks out Safe Place, the games they play.
She says go ahead, you are big enough.

She writes me a note that says it is OK,
OK for me to play the games at Safe Place.

Yippee! I am so, so excited.
I get to make new friends at Safe Place.

I show them the note and they say, “come on in!
Welcome to you, here’s the rules, jump on in.”

We all hold hands and I join in the games.
I am so happy I have a big grin.

I am making new friends, we have such fun,
I have no idea what is to come.

After awhile, they’re unhappy with me,
Because I fell down and scraped my knee.

“You don’t belong here anymore” they say.
“You don’t fit in here at our Safe Place.”

“Did you ask your Mommy if it is OK?
Does she know you have come here to play?”

“Did you tell her the kinds of games we play?”
Oh, I did! I did! She said it’s OK.

She said I could come here and play with you.
She said I could come here to Safe Place.

“Does she really know how big you need to be?”
Oh yes, she saw the games. She said I’m big.

“We’re so sorry. We saw you fall and we can see
That you’re too little – you’ve scraped your knee.”

But I’ve scraped it before, it’s really OK.
I know what to do, and I always heal.

“We can’t take a chance with you here at Safe Place.
You can’t change our minds – decision’s been made.”

“We know that you’re fun and that you play well,
But it does not matter because you fell.”

But my Mommy really said I could play,
That I’m big enough for the games.

“We are really sorry, but we can’t take a chance.
Your Mommy must tell us that you can play.”

Why won’t you believe me when I say
That she knows I play and thinks it OK?

“Our minds are made up, it’s no use to talk.
You can’t play anymore here at Safe Place.”

I’ve got a really nice smile on my face,
But tears, I know, will quickly follow.

I try to keep on looking happy,
But my chest feels empty and hollow.

I played the games so well, I don’t understand
Why they won’t believe me, I feel so sad.

I cannot figure out what I did wrong,
I followed the rules. I did nothing bad.

Sigh!

So I will play with all my other friends
At the other playground down the street!

Big Smile!

 

© July 19, 2004

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