Who can find an adhesive,
disgruntled child, patient
enough to extend a hand
never tiresome of eruption-
held at your right handed weakness,
sobbing because goodbyes end joy
too quick.

When I died to this grief you experience,
I knew you’d overwhelm the thought
someone loves you,
leading you to My arms as they
unravel bandaids falling away.
The distance of who you have & still
to come, will not change blessing given & waiting to be bestowed.

Worry not, resting in truth
l know both need,
kindness above
has not stopped.


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