others' need for a clan
or the claim to "family"
by the blood of a man
I have watched the horizon
of the child still in me
who watches and waits
and hopes she will see
the brother remembered
on life's ocean shore
we were so very young
behind childhood's door
Laugh, if you will
and claim me a fool
for a heart still tender
after hard-knock school
But Jesus was there
as we played in the dirt
and He is with us still
He is salve for the hurt
He is hope for the wounds
so deep through years
and His Loving hand
will dry our tears
