Hgarvey Daniel Esquire Poet Narrative

Grace

Nodding off in my dilapidated easy chair; a soft gentle knock on the door
           Stand and stagger to answer it; I kick an empty beer can across the floor.
           Bleary eyed I look through the peek hole, I don’t see anyone there.
           Slowly I turn towards the LIVING ROOM , shaking my finger in my ear.
           The noise startled me : TAP  TAP  TAP that’s all I could hear.
           Do I answer the door , or go get a cold beer.
           I turn back around ( I’m getting dizzy ) the door I quickly open wide.
           A dishearten young girl, nine maybe ten; three days dirt on her face:
                                                                                                       I CRIED

                                          ( to be continued )

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Connie Marcum Wong June 11, 2017 at 5:34 PM I went searching for your continuation of Grace that is featured and I think this is your first, and the featured poem continues. This is such a tease...I wanted more HGarvey! Congratulations on having your continuation featured. Do post more! : )

Laura Breidenthal December 24, 2011 at 4:22 AM Awesome one. I could see it all happening. Always, Laura