Sherry Painter (Florida)
'I Hear Her Voice':
I hear a voice wail,
I yank my head 'round and 'round,
'Wow is it! '
I cried out,
I wanted to help,
Help the voices owner anyway I could.
I call out again,
'Who is it, ' I added as well 'I will not harm you, I am here to help! '
Still no answer, but my heart, more than my ear's, finally lead me to the owner who cried so wretchedly.
'My dear, what has happened? ' I asked this young girl,
'How did you find me! ? ' She squealed back at me,
'Why, I heard you from the distance, my dear one and I wish only to help you. Your voice sounded filled with need of someone.'
'No, I don't need anyone, go away! ' She squealed, again, at me.
'My dear, how could you even ask that of me, to leave you, knowing you're in pain, impossible? '
'I don't need anybody.' She whined, but I saw defeat in her eyes, longing for comfort, comfort of any kind.
So I did not leave,
I sat beside her against the tree,
Then guided her to lay her head on me,
She gave a little sigh in relief,
So I sat there, and just held her.
Not intending for her to, but couldn't help it, I let her fall in an emotional-drained sleep, all the while, hearing, 'thank you, my angel.'
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