Morning

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Morning

By: Karah Francois

Morning

Pitter, patter

The storm raged

I stood on the driveway

Restricted

I felt the need to run

But I couldn’t

I look around me

Hoping that no one is there

Hoping that no one is there

Running

I am free

There’s nothing that can stop me

But I know I have made the wrong choice

A lady appears with bags in her hands

She sighs at the pain

I offer to help

And ask about her life

She tells me her spouse has died

She tells me her spouse has died

Horrible accident

That I am too young to understand

For I am only a small child

That has run away

I realize now

My mother must be in pain

I must go back

I yell to the lady

And I run back home

And I run back home

Home again

Home at last

Home forever

I run back

To my mother with open arms

Hoping the lady is alright

I slowly console my mother

Telling her that I am fine

As we once again stand on the driveway

I stand on the driveway

Morning

Pitter, patter

The storm raged

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