Children's Fiction
Jessica went to visit her grandfather.
He lived by himself and sometimes he got lonely
When she got there, her grandfather was sitting on the back step holding a bowl of milk.
“There’s a wild little cat in the bushes,” he said. “She must be hungry, but she won’t come out.”
“You can’t rush a cat, Granddaddy,” Jessica said.
You hold me up when you comfort me
When you listen to me
When you respect me.
You hold me up
I hold you up
We hold each other up.