Heart Times

To the child who lost a parent.
Never knew the other.
No aunt or sister to lean on.
Uncle or overprotective brother.
No one to take you in.
Life dissolved like a land mine.
Don’t break or fold.
These are heart times.

To the single mother.
Forced to raise a child alone.
Weariness is your  constant companion.
You scrap for every crumb and bone.
Just keep pushing on.
The strong endure to the finish line.
You won’t always be on your own.
These are heart times.

To the rebellious teen.
Always keeping to yourself.
You feel depressed and dejected.
Understood by no one else.
Don’t underestimate life.
There are always brighter days.
These are heart times.
Don’t throw it all away.

And to the world.
That ignores these things all the time.
This could be you.
Your pain to bear. Your way to find.
Reach out a helping hand.
Your listening ear can heal and define.
Don’t turn your back on those in need.
These are heart times.


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