There was a cry had for her
It didn’t ask why, what do you want or why are you here
It just waltzed into my hearts open door policy and wailed

The girl has been here for forty-eight hours
She does not want to go home
Her father has not come for nor inquired about her
Her mother lives in a state eight hours away

She will never know why my heart brakes for her
Nor will I ever know the depth of her heart-break
But this is not true for I very much do

She does not know how to ask for hugs
Yet she comes to tell me she is hungry
She is fed in my embrace
And with Fruit-Loops

May we all seek ways to love in kind sweetness all those who do not have the words to ask.
May all children with broken families hit life with such passion that their run always leads them home.