Safe House
Children
Contentedly sleeping,
Dreaming.
SLAM! Wide awake.
Dad’s home!
Slurs, arguments,
Music on blast.
Pounding on door,
Hearts begin to race.
A drinking buddy, yet…
An intruder.
A mother’s scream,
“Kids get up! Run!”
“Where?”
“Just GO!”
Barefoot, running, hand in hand
Behind bushes, trees, hidden.
Silent tears, hearts pounding…
Then
The light, the voice…oh, the voice!
“Kids, come here. It’s safe…”
Sobbing, racing to open arms,
My uncle’s house-
Our safe house.
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