My Angel In the Blanket Shop
The feel of a blanket sends chills,
Thru my body as if,
I am walking over their grave.
I heard the sound,
From the background.
It grabbed my soul and,
It stopped me cold.
In that split second,
It sends fear throughout your body.
That sound, I remember it,
It brings nothing but evil and death.
I saw them before she did,
Bodies, Blood, gunfire.
The lady in the blanket shop in Korea,
She saw my face and,
Within a flash, we were in a secret safe room.
She saved our lives that day.
My hero was a lady in the blanket shop,
In Seoul, Korea.
On that day 20,000 students,
Revolted and killed hundreds.
Copyright © Shirley Hudson | Year Posted 2023
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