Moving Day
Christy was riding her bike
with her friend, their pony tails flying,
then before she knew it
she was standing alone.
She marveled
at the shininess of the street,
the blueness of the sky,
the music in the air.
Through a beautiful antique gate,
a smiling old woman approached.
She took Christy by her hand
and greeted her.
“Grandma!” Christy said in surprise.
“Yes.”
“Where am I?”
“Your new home.”
Christy looked behind her
in a faraway place
and saw a woman
jump out of her car
shrieking, crying and
then running to a little girl
laying in the middle of the road.
“Don’t worry, she's fine,” Grandma said.
Hand in hand, they moved toward the gate.
1 comment:
Nice one, Connie.
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