There are hearts I rescue
In a glass jar on my desk…
Have you seen my heart?
Asks the little girl
When she lost her doll
In the park on the “picnic”
With no money to buy another,
They live in a van in a parking lot
Near the county bathrooms.
Have you seen my heart?
Asks the little boy of divorce
Who’s lost his Father
Somewhere between the fights,
The conversations with the therapist
The discussions with the in-laws.
And his furry bear jacket.
Have you seen my heart?
Asks the young Mother
Who wakes every morning before dawn
To raise a son with no support
To provide for his every need
Every necessity, only to lose the house
And his love.
Where have they been
These hearts on my desk?
Broken treasures left behind
For me to rescue…
Hearts with dents, with unseemly cracks
Rescued hearts I keep, unwittingly
In the jar on my desk where I write.
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for Josh, you are loved