Ann Foster Poet Narrative

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Knock, Knock

Knock, Knock

Mom. 
I missed my bus. 
I am going to be late. 
Class will start without me. 
They will be mad..
at me. 

Mom.
Are you up yet?
It is only a few minutes passed...
Yet my world is crumbling
as if it were high noon---
and the crowd is gathering,
to watch.

Mom.
I did everything you said. 
I set the alarm. 
I went to bed. 
Really. 
I know I was up...
in the middle of the night, 
but it could not be helped.
I am young,
and have so much...
too much,
on my mind. 

Mom. 
Can you hear me? 
I am calling your name. 
Not for the first time, 
never for the last...

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Julie Achilles January 29, 2020 at 4:07 AM Bless you dearest Ann, such lovely words, brave soul, Hugs to you for this, Julie x Ann Foster February 1, 2020 at 8:23 PM Humbled by your kind words. Thank you... Have a blessed night... Ann

Gershon Wolf January 28, 2020 at 4:03 PM It happens, doesn't it. The world will still turn --- and she will learn... to lean on herself and stand tall. Smiles, Gershon Ann Foster January 28, 2020 at 7:12 PM Oh my dear friend, I thought of you and your son... He is all grown and God is with him, as with her. So young... so strong... God Bless them and keep them safe and on the path... straight and blessed!!! Ann