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?