The Pebble Drive

The Living Poetry Monday Word Prompt - Pebble
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The school bus set her down
in lethargic sun
she ran the long pebble drive
excited like the popping corns
a delicious cool lemonade
made by grandma's loving hand
was her reward

In the deep of the night
whatever beautiful dream she was in
would be woken up by
the sound of her father's car
rolling in the long driveway
like broken eggshells crashing
into shattered glass

she hid underneath the bed
clutching her teddy bear
but that night
there were lights
and many sets of footsteps
she saw her drunken father's rage
no more

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Cassa Bassa

๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ณ inquisitive, observant, witty, a thinker, was a misfitย child ๐Ÿ˜Š

22 thoughts on “The Pebble Drive”

      1. I gather that means putting things into perspective and you are counting your blessings? May the Lord fill your heart with joy bypassing what is happening in the daily life.

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