Edwardj Clark Poet Free verse

Waiting Up For Irene

The night light burns,
Flickering candle in a 
Jar of clay. Shadows
Become rats running

And then forming a 
Circle of dance. I rub
My eyes in dis-belief.
It's gone 12. I should

Be in bed asleep. I am
Not. I am waiting up
For my sister Irene. I
Am tired. I am alone.

I am frightened. I feel
Like crying. Fearful.
I hear a key turn. It's
Irene. I am a child.

I go to sleep. Night!.

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Poet Destroyer A July 15, 2015 at 3:27 PM i'm sure you share a sweet bond with your sister your protector, cute write, enjoyed Luv p.d. Edwardj Clark July 15, 2015 at 4:03 PM Hi Poet Destroyer, thanks for your comment. Irene did what she could for me. The story is true and I live with the pain, even today being 60 but we all move on and learn how to cope the best we can. She has lived in San Francisco for over 40 years now and has done well for herself as a professional artist. Kind regards, Edward