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

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