Rock me somebody.
Someone hold me.
Whatever helps the home alone
no one has told me.
This string of days turns into a life
that was never noticed by most.
While the phone needs answering,
the kitchen needs cooking,
the house needs some living in,
and this child needs loving - some combing and brushing -
some Monday morning motivating - and Friday night snuggling.
Lift me somebody.
Arms of hope, hold me.
Whatever helps the child alone
no one has told me.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
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