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!.
Copyright © Edwardj Clark | Year Posted 2015
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