I skip in
afraid
of what’s gonna happen.
Would she be mad at me
shrieking like a raccoon
because I lost my watch?
She doesn’t say much
until I start to cry.
Then Daddy rushes in
faster than a hurricane.
I hide behind the bed
but glimpse up
to see
he’s found her hiding place.
On the floor,
behind a little pillow.
I run away
and wait.
Outside she climbs
up the poplar tree.
As high as the sky
to get away.
To get away.
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This post is a series I’m creating for National Poetry Writing Month. 30 poems in 30 days..
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That’s touchingly sad 😕 thank you!
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Thank you! : )
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