I see the children, so you say
I cannot see them, to your dismay
They are crying or running away
Some crouch in the corner to hide the whole day.
They’re everywhere you seem to be
Yet never do they come to me
They seem to come when you are sad
Comforters, but they don’t make you glad.
The doctor says to take a pill
That will help since you are ill
I hope it sends the kids away
But so far they stay the day.
This journey you’re on, tires me too
I keep hoping you have less days being blue
On and on, no mercy it shows
Where it stops, only heaven knows.
Copyright/ Sheila Grimes/ September 2012