Stay Blessed
Why the words made a difference?
Once a total stranger, said to me,”Stay blessed.”
It’d seemed so long ago when I was, in such a way addressed.
It turned back time to a forgotten memory,
A little girl, full of energy, like that in a story….
Having fun; when all so suddenly,
She had run too far away from home…
When she got back, everything was different,
Everyone had changed, ohh, they were so very cold.
She walked up to her parents, their hands she wished to hold.
They didn’t accept her, for she had changed too
She had grown older, not the little girl they knew.
She cried as much as a little girl would,
Although her age shouldn’t have allowed her, she did.
She was certain of her decisions in life…they were selfless.
Her parents wanted her settled, about her ambitions, they couldn’t careless.
One last time, she stared in to her creators’ eyes,
And pleaded…..
“Would you not bless me as you always did?”
They stared at her blankly, she knew what that said…
She ran once again, but promised to always stay in touch.
Several years later, she started writing once more,
Writing was her passion, something she adored.
Therein she befound…. a fan / friend?
Curiously enough the words,”stay blessed”
Came back to her as a long lost memory,
She stayed mesmerized, as those words were deep.
She thought about it all day, no, she couldn’t sleep.
She remembered her parents,
As she tried fighting the tears.
They hadn’t blessed her in all those years.
She hated them not, she’d hate them never.
She prayed silently for those words to be heard.
“Stay blessed”, he said, her fan/friend.
He doesn’t know what it means to her.
But now he will, I’m very sure.
