Tag Archives: St. Peter’s Orphanage
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)