After a long day he would come home
From work where he worked diligently,
& have to find a way inside his own home
Where bees buzzed around the house
Minding their business. He would fight,
Trying to find a way
Through. Watching from the window
I am safe, & lots of
Times I would feel awful, but who am
I to stop this act
When he should solve this alone.
His backpack bulging with books
Weighing him down, his shoes getting
Dirty on his feet & his sleeve
Wet from his mouth.
Angry words coming from his tongue
But still youth: No,
Stop, Help, Please.
Still I stood in the safety
Of the walls & window frames,
Watching him carefully…
Nervously he would make a run for
The front door seen
From the yard
But the bees seemed too much.
I wondered if he’d cry
& opened the garage door for him.
The child could only sigh
His thanks, but he stopped near me
& noticed the smile that
I was wearing. He says,
He’s allergic & so I
Thought a moment, have you ever
Been stung before & he replies,
No, but whenever I’m near one,
I begin to sneeze it happens every time.