Help Me, Please!

“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