And Then...

My mother

Knocking on the door.


Constantly on my heels

Constantly on her toes

Constantly watching

And looking out

For us

Her little family


Earsplitting yells

Headpounding knocks

Calling for my presence

In her uneventful day


Up go the blankets

Over my head

Blocking out my mother

Blocking out the waking world


Body aching for dreams

I pull myself up anyways

Set myself on my feet

Brush my little shoulders clean

And give myself a push


See me walking to my mother




The End

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