Grace (Cont.)
Her clothes where tattered and shabby : What are you doing out so late at night?
Green eyes speaking, before her voice : will you buy an origami swan in flight?
I reached into my pocket : a dime, a nickel , and two pennies : seventeen cents.
Beyond her, I saw silhouettes behind my flowers, in my garden.
Babies with faces : cold and rough, expressionless, and hardened.
Are they with you? I asked , yes she said, I truly beg your pardon.
Come inside : do not let the night increase the children ‘s fears.
She grabbed her baby brother ; her two kid sisters followed her in. I cried;
Somber Tears
(to be continued)
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