Dear Reader,
I am not fully recovered so it is just a poem this week.
*
Collection
The little girl waits
peers down the road
sees the other children
collected
as mothers hug them
help them into cars
drive away for family teas
to houses where
warmth and love abounds
she puts her satchel down
takes out a sweet for comfort
a small tear rolls down her cheek
someone will remember surely
she thought
but the dusk gathered
and nobody came.
*
With best wishes, Patricia
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