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There was just one time- I was left wondering,
It was after my big sister was killed;
I can still hear my mother's screaming,
Poor father with his weeping that chilled.
Chilled, any heart with its raw emotion,
Father could be found in a bar drinking;
Mother took to her bed with depression,
I was confused and just stopped speaking.
Speaking, softly one day grandma took me,
I liked the farm with grandma and grandpa;
But, I really wanted my parents to see,
I was broken and only wanted to withdraw.
Withdraw, to the attic where I found peace,
It was grandma who encouraged me to write;
I wrote my sorrow and it will never cease,
I would dream of my former life at night.
Night, was full of little girl tears falling,
Then one day mother came for a visit;
She told me that father had stopped drinking,
I went to my room and hid in the closet.
Closet, was so warm, dark, quiet and safe,
Grandpa said that I was going to a new house;
Father came with open arms for his little waif,
All I said, "Daddy can I bring my pet mouse?"
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May 20, 2016 (re-write from Nov. 2015)
Quatrain
For the contest, Weepy Quatrain
sponsor, Laura Loo
Third Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2016
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