Entry 7: Palm
It never ceases to make me laugh
At how big your palms are.
Nobody can do the trademark
"Calm down" like you can.
Whenever I am upset,
And whenever I start to rant on,
You just reach out
And cover my face with your palm.
I struggle a bit,
Always trying to get free from your grasp,
But it never does me any good.
I mutter into your hand my famous line,
You know,
The one that always makes you let go.
I say "Okay, I'm calm",
And you let me go.
Scary as it is to have my face in your grasp,
I always find it a little humorous.
The whole situation shows me,
Just how immature I can be at times,
To the point in which you have to
Take extreme measures,
Just to quiet me.