Mar 7, 2022
1 min read
Hailstorm.
A Poem.
Hailstorm.
She never wished war.
She had heard it all before.
Guns blaze: she ducks, and she curls in a ball.
This is exactly what she warns, as she falls.
She falls.
Night calls.
Dreams don’t come often —
I am a poet. I am a Mother of a Teen boy, 2 Cats, and 3 Angels Babies 🥀🥀🥀 I live each day with a hope. I believe my poetry may resonate, & inspire others.
