Shade of Hope

Tick, tock, tick.
The clock ticks on.
Any minute
My sleep will be gone.
Ray by ray,
The sun brings the day.
It comes to take
My rest away.
Hour by hour,
Minute by minute.
My day won’t have time
For a nap in it.
Shade by shade,
The shadow of the night,
Brings me hope
That I’ll be out like a light.

12.30.19 Monday
Written by Gail Brookshire

On The Stairway

Mom sitting in her rocking chair,
Hears a sound upon the stairs.

She sees a shadow holding another.
She is witnessing a brutal murder.

Screams of help from a voice
Who tries to fight, but has no choice.

A piercing cry within her ear,
She tries to believe she cannot hear.

Soon there’s silence, a drop on the floor.
The fighting stopped. There is no more.

10-18-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: S.I.T.C.