In my heart
If you would look
You’d see a baby who only lived a few minutes after birth
And her brave and hurting mother singing amidst her grief
Dear friends in crisis, with no rescue coming
You’d see cold Texans
And worried mothers at the border
And my elderly neighbors with memory loss.
They are there and I keep them.
They are to make free use of my tears;
They have rights to my prayers.
I cannot help, but I keep them
I keep them in my heart.