Betty Redd

Wide sided window

I love to write poetry. I live in the state of Michigan.

Wide sided window large enough
for the children to slide through
running while hiding away
from the pain

Switching from stepdad's hand
yelling for them to get back there

stopping long enough to get water
from the pump up the road

 river running down the road towards
the woods

footbridge near the forge by the water
climbing upward the children hidden
by the rocks on the ledge
Cabin made of stone in place
by the children
Food in place
setting down in the place
Hidden away for fifteen years
Coming up seeing if stepdad had passed
away from the horrible day.