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Bobby, Michelle, and Priscilla [A Mid-1950’s Tale]    

03 May

 

 Lightning in a thunderstorm flashing —streaking through the sky.

Hidden in shadows —frightened by the glow;

Richard ran home in darkened skies

before the thunder —could shake the ground.

 

Quickly finding a door unlocked, he opened it.

Kerosene cook stove glowing; he took his seat at the table with a sigh

—finding himself, not alone, with baby Bobby

and his older sisters, Michelle and Priscilla inside.

(this day after 5 yrs. having been separated by age and gender, we left together from St. Peter’s Orphanage, holding each other’s hands, knowing this is, are only home)

 
13 Comments

Posted by on May 3, 2018 in Friendship, Life, Love, Sisters

 

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13 responses to “Bobby, Michelle, and Priscilla [A Mid-1950’s Tale]    

  1. Neeraj Khanka

    May 13, 2018 at 10:27 am

    Indeed, no place like home with loved ones.

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  2. magicalmysticalteacher

    May 8, 2018 at 12:17 pm

    The waiting sisters may not have been welcome, but they kept their vigil of love until their wandering brother returned. Life is often paradoxical like this poem.

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  3. Sarah Russell

    May 8, 2018 at 12:01 am

    Ah, to reach home safely. There are so many who can’t, or don’t.

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  4. dsnake1

    May 7, 2018 at 9:18 am

    what a relief not to be out there anymore. 🙂

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  5. sanaarizvi

    May 7, 2018 at 4:42 am

    I got goosebumps!

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  6. Rosemary Nissen-Wade

    May 6, 2018 at 8:31 pm

    Oh, the relief!

    Liked by 1 person

     
  7. gillena

    May 6, 2018 at 7:00 pm

    Very comforting

    Happy Sunday

    Much🌼love

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  8. kanzensakura

    May 6, 2018 at 6:40 pm

    I like that brother has some time to himself!

    Liked by 1 person

     
  9. Donna@LivingFromHappiness

    May 6, 2018 at 3:45 pm

    That feeling of home….refuge in the storm….very vivid.

    Liked by 1 person

     
  10. Jo

    May 6, 2018 at 3:32 pm

    “Richard ran home in darkened skies” – I love that line!

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  11. Mary

    May 6, 2018 at 2:43 pm

    I feel this one!!

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  12. annell4

    May 6, 2018 at 12:18 pm

    Sounds scary!

    Liked by 1 person

     
  13. Sherry Marr

    May 6, 2018 at 11:21 am

    Lovely when home is a refuge from the storm. Have a wonderful Sunday, kiddo.

    Liked by 1 person

     

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