Safe At Home Poem by Paul Day

Mud caked a little boy’s bruised skin
And filth dripped off of him.
His mother sighed and shook her head
When he first appeared in her sight.
She hurried to fetch him a new pair of clothes
Knowing it was just another day in the wild.
She helped him change and looked him over
While he talked about his plans for tomorrow.
But when he started to cry,
She held him close and promised he was always safe at home.
And he smiled.