Deep in a forest of gray,
On a skinny dirt road,
Sits a house of stone,
Old, yellowed stone,
A chain link fence runs the perimeter,
A large backyard,
A hole dug in dirt,
Two dogs sleep lazily,
Through the chipped wood door,
In a kitchen no bigger than a large bath,
Works away a woman,
Her hands rough from work,
Her clothes splattered with food,
And dust,
And water,
Away she works,
Ferocious scrubbing a plate,
Her eyes dazzle sky blue,
Her skin matches the mahogany table,
Where a child sits,
No older than 12,
A fork in one hand,
Phone in the other,
A rumble sounds,
A screeching of rusted iron,
The dogs perk up in their hole,
The woman gazes out the kitchen window,
Above the sink,
Across the yard,
Out of the truck,
A burly man steps,
New scars,
New tattoos,
New hair,
New muscles,
Same eyes,
Same look,
Same grin,
The woman's eyes gleam,
A waterfall of tears,
Home.
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PoetryThis is nothing more than a collection of poems from me. I hope you enjoy <3
