Kiss on the Forehead

When I was five, I didn't want to go to school,
I was scared; I wanted to hide under my bed;
My mother smiled, assured me I'd be fine,
And kissed me on the forehead.

I was eleven, a clumsy ox,
My secret was out and I wanted to be dead;
Jenna Riley knew I liked her!
But when we were alone, she said she liked me too and kissed me on the forehead.

At my wedding I came face-to-face with my future mother-in-law,
Onto her bad side I had tread;
She looked into my eyes and I saw her anger retreat,
With her acceptance, she kissed me on the forehead.

My father and I had never gotten on well,
On more than one occasion my heart had bled;
But as he lay in his casket; I was reminded how my life had been alleviated,
I forgave him, with a kiss on the forehead.