If He’s Okay (Grandparenting)

If he’s okay, I’ll table my concern.
I had a vision only yesterday
of child pain, but I’ll no longer churn
if he’s okay.

He’s 8. I well remember unkind play
around that age – cruel taunts and games that spurn.
Protecting parents then, I didn’t say.

I know you ask upon his day’s return,
but do you plumb creatively, the way
you must to prompt response? I want to learn
if he’s okay.

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