Thursday, December 4, 2025

 

The First Bell 


Cracked black tarmac,

the scene of a thousand 

grazed knees.


Sweet crisp autumn air,

hot clammy hand

held tight in mine.


Unintelligible screams 

filled the air

broken by the bell.


“Go now.” 

A gentle push

towards the line.


Two pleading eyes,

the trembling lip

say why are you leaving me?


Her tiny form

dressed in grey

disappears inside.



Two tearful eyes,

trembling knees

answer I don’t know.
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