“Help me” was the texted phrase
Sent to me late one night
Children winging silly words
But did I know? Were they alright?
Their good mom in another room
The children bored, so they said
Random pictures, confusing words
Reaching out just to be heard
“Do I need to come to you?”
“No, we’re fine,” was their reply
“Just being funny, that is all”
Does Nana hear a deeper cry?
Me thinks I need hold close again
These children so dear to my heart
To hug away the deeper wounds
The growing-up kind life imparts
“Help me, please!” a cry we all
No matter what our age or place
Utter loud or whisper small
We crave safe shelter of Love’s grace
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Remarkable! You are gifted Sherry! Great work!
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Thank you for your encouragement, Rick. 💞🥰