They are like jewels

They are like jewels, these people,
They shine in a room of closed off doors.
At toddler group, in a rowdy room of children’s choruses, I see a mother start to cry.
I think her child has hurt her and it has suddenly all become too much, but I do not know really, I am only guessing.
I remember days like that.
Like the time I was scraping the barrel of myself, trying to find something good to say,
the weight of two young children and a husband and a rainy holiday day pulling down on me,
and then you scratched my face with your two year old fingers
and I cried right there in the street because that is how I felt.
Even though there were people watching, and even though it didn’t make anything better.