John Arthey
12/22/15
Found Poem
Pd 1 English
A flash of color,
fiery bright red, the color of strength;
and a glimpse of tears, hidden away.
Tears running down my cheeks and neck,
what would she think of me;
Devoured by hugs and kisses,
and to start in a new place.
Now in slow motion,
darting towards her,
Weaving between the crowd;
“Thank You, Lord!”,
for the strength of our family!
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