Cry

My mind was many miles away
when her Cry 
touched my heart 
and called me home

My heart I’ve oft denied
her Cry I can’t ignore 
   and she wouldn’t stop
   if I even tried.

“Why are you crying.”
   (She must know this is not a game)
She crawls close to me
   (she can walk, but her feet are braced at    night)
“I hurt my brother finger.”

It doesn’t look hurt
   I think to myself...
Then I hold her hand
  and I know it does
and I kiss it away.

“Is that better?”
“Yes.”

Brother finger
Brother finger
where are you?