Andy, Where Are You? I hope you are ok?©

Andy, Where Are You? I hope you are ok?© Copyright 2014 By Felina Silver Robinson Walking home I spotted you Sitting in the rain upon the park stairs No older than 17 I could not bear the thought of you sitting there Colder than cold could be Hiding underneath the tip of your hat Sad…

Written by

Image result for where are you

Andy, Where Are You? I hope you are ok?©

Copyright 2014

By Felina Silver Robinson

Walking home I spotted you

Sitting in the rain upon the park stairs

No older than 17

I could not bear the thought of you sitting there

Colder than cold could be

Hiding underneath the tip of your hat

Sad and embarrassed

I nervously approached you

Not fearful of potential violence

But nervous you wouldn’t take my offer of help

I got you to agree to come with me

Into the warmth of my home with my family

In my heart I knew it was what I must do

With a daughter the same age

I would hope if she needed help someone would reach out to her

Your clothes, dirty, tattered and torn

I sympathized with what you must have gone through

No questions asked

But you offer an explanation

A mother’s battle with alcohol

Not in her right mind

You escape from her anger and her pain

Sent you running out into the cold

I was your refuge

You had a plan

A plan of turning 18 and enlisting in the Army

Upon that day

You sought out a recruiter

The next thing I knew

You were giving thanks and on your way

No day passes that you haven’t been on my mind

I wonder where you are and if you’re ok

What has become of the young man Andy

That I took in on that cold and rainy day

I hope you think of me too

Maybe one day you will find me

Just to let me know that you are ok

I only wish you well

I dream of your happiness

To make up for all the pain I know you suffered

May your life now be the one you had hoped for

Andy, Where Are You? I hope you are ok

◊ ♦ ♦ ◊ ♦ ♦ ◊ ♦ ♦ ◊ ♦ ♦ ◊ ♦ ♦ ◊ ♦ ♦ ◊ ♦ ♦ ◊

Andy, Where Are You? I hope you are ok©

Was written by Felina Silver Robinson

on Sunday, February 29, 2014

This is a story about a young man Andy that I took into my home when I used to live on Perry Street in Brookline. His last name I don’t recall as it was unusual.  He signed up for the Army on his 18th birthday in 2001 or 2002, and I haven’t seen or heard from him since.  I think of him every day and hope that he is ok. My wish is to find him so that I can just know that he is ok. God bless you Andy.

Leave a comment

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.