My fingers twitch, the house is all silent
except for the soft clicking of the keys,
and I am in the destination
of eloquent poetic creation.
Next moment, a powerful booming screech
disturbs the night,and I can hear the
urgent ascending footsteps as my sister
enters our room at a frightened sprint.
A gushing waterfall of tears pours out
of her beautiful hazel eyes,
her face as white as elephant tusks,
and the wretched pain in her ankle
has grown stronger from her desperate
climb to safety.
I hold her, I tell her not to be afraid,
I fetch her a bowl of vanilla ice cream,
then concluded my thoughts that afterall,
that woman is our mother.
A contest entry
- Your thoughts and feelings... by invisible2u.
600 points, ended February 6, 69 entries
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