Where’s My salvation

Why is that when I want to write
words fail me
as if running away
to play hide and seek
like little kids
Not knowing how
difficult it is for me to
let them go, run wild and free
“Come back home soon?” I say
worried with a thumping heart
“We will mother!” they chirp back
with a glint in their eyes
I smile
I will have my Salvation

At last!