"My brain is made of metal leaves!"
came the lament as the meltdown commenced.
Strong emotions are nearly in control -
in mere moments reason will not exist.
Yet,
I pause to admire the metaphor:
What a wise way to say,
"I can't think today."
My child is brilliant!
A future poet or literary genius!
But for now rocking, shushing, and hugging
are the only language that will be understood.
