A few cryptic Words

We have words, cryptic and few

You are well and hopefully thriving under the new rule

 

Matriarch rules, adults retreating

Adults at bay restraining orders threatened

 

The grass grows and is cut upon the lawn

We sit and wait word as time slips on

 

Thoughts of you thriving is our fuel

All pray for you to live on under new rules

 

We know a mother scorned knows no wrath

Awaiting news is hard, but we sit waiting with baited breath

 

The kids all are bouncing about on the fuel

I try very hard to go on with seeing your laugh.... I am a fool

Author's Note

whatever... dont care it is out there for you to see.. it only matters if he know and understands we bleed