He couldn’t say just when it happened.
Even the reason was blurry.
But something was said
That stuck in his head
And planted a small seed of worry.
At first it wasn’t much of a bother
Just a faint and shadowy thought,
Until the seed took root
And sent out a shoot.
He began to feel sweaty and hot.
That darn worry continued to grow,
Vine by long leafy vine.
In a blink of his eyes
It had doubled in size
And his mood began to decline.
The school day stretched out before him.
His head was beginning to ache.
When school ended at last
He burst out of class
Leaving his friends in his wake.
He was anxious to be back home –
– It’s the best place to be when you’re glum.
With his house was in sight
He’d soon be alright
With the help of his sock monkey chum.
He opened the big red front door –
To his room and his monkey he scurried.
Then he said with a sigh
“I don’t really know why,
But I’m feeling all anxious and worried.”
The sock monkey heard the whole story
Of the worry that grew and grew in the boy.
His black button eyes
Seemed to sympathize,
Saying “Don’t let it steal your joy.”
Now it’s seldom a sock monkey speaks aloud,
And they don’t get the credit that’s owed them.
They learn what they know,
And their love starts to grow
With each stich from the hand that sewed them.
“The mind’s a mysterious place, my boy.”
The monkey said with warmth and intention.
“Thoughts are the seeds
That sprout worry weeds,
And they grow when we feed them attention.
“But not every thought in your head is true.”
By his tone you could tell that he meant it.
“It’s not ours to foresee
What the future will be,
And our worries will never prevent it.”
With that the boy took a very deep breath,
And the vines began to release.
He snuggled that chap
In the sock stocking cap
For putting his mind back at peace.
That night, he told his folks how he’d worried
When he was being tucked into bed.
“It isn’t just you,
We worry too!”
The boy winked at his monkey and said,
“The mind’s a mysterious place, I’ve learned.”
His words echoed with warmth and intention.
“Thoughts are the seeds
That sprout worry weeds
And they grow when we feed them attention.
“But not every thought in your head is true.”
By his tone you could tell that he meant it.
“It’s not ours to foresee
What the future will be,
And our worries will never prevent it.”
With that his folks took a very deep breath.
His dad asked, “How did you get so smart?”
The boy gave a shrug
And his monkey a hug
And cuddled him close to his heart.
If you doubt a boy and sock monkey
Could know and share all of this –
Let us be clear,
Children listen and hear
Things that grown-ups miss.
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