Purpose

Her presence like popcorn A consistent thumping sound Her welcome had been worn Like the bottom kernels found But she kept on popping in Whenever the mood would strike My patience, running thin My efforts and time, alike I had kids of my own And bills to be paid But my house became a home Where her memories were made A mere glimpse is in focus When we see another's child The parents attempt to smoke us As their fire runs wild But with better depth of field The picture becomes clear We find power that we wield To dry a silent tear We all have a purpose Far greater than we know It's deeper than the surface The very gift we shall bestow My gift was leaving a key For a child I didn't carry Providing a place to flee When the alternative was scary