Katheryn Foley

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Third Degree Storm - Poem by Katheryn Foley

I can remember those nights,

Loud with thunder, breaking dishes, crying for help,

Holding my siblings cuz its all I could do,

I had to keep them from angering you.

The tears that were shed full of fear and dread,

we got used to. Incapable of avoidance we tried to ignore it,

But the screaming was to loud.

I whisper to my sister the storm will be over soon,

The sounds are quieting down.

The wind is less and moving towards bed.

I sing to her as she drifts off into a dreamland of wonders,

I lay there still until I know the storm had subsided,

Then peek at the damage it left.

Before crashing on the other side of my sister I whisper into the thin air,

'Thank God it was only a small storm tonight.'

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 19, 2012



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