Marlene Scheer


Home

Run, hide, finding a place.
The hole I found, a kindly space.
I look around, shadows pass by.
So scared, heart pounding, I mustn't cry.
Sounds heard, steps taken, breathing so slightly.
Mind racing, wondering around by day and nightly.
Sneaking into my home to see.
The plate always left there for me.
Grabbing it, stuffing it into faded worn pockets.

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