By deevaa
Date: 13 June 1999

nice man

wet weather weekend
but we took a drive to the beach

I pulled up outside the cafe
 "the brass monkey"
cause thats how cold the wind blows here.

you my sweet, innocent child
with a grin so cheeky that you could charm the coldest of hearts
(and you do)
dance in the puddle in the carpark
with such joy and abandon
that you tempt a grown man to join you

splash splash splash
(laughing)
I hate to be the spoil sport
so I let you dance your jig

and when you are done
you look at me with such joy in your eyes
and point to the big smiling man
(dressed appropriately for the weather and the game in a wetsuit)
and say "mumma, nice man." and he was.

I smile and nod.
and take your hand.
and we cross the road.
heading into the cafe, where a man in a wetsuit can not follow.

but later I think of the nice man
yes.
a very nice man.
and wonder if he did the same.