Summer Nights
Grandmother’s Back Porch
Summer Night
I awaken
Heart pounding
Wet with my own sweat
Knowing
Dreaming
Searching
I am standing on the top stair
Looking upward
At the stars
Searching
For home
Summer night
Knowing
I will not come back here
Dreaming
Of home
Searching
For home
I descend the stairs
To my grandmother’s back porch
Knowing
I cannot come back here
Dreaming
Of home
Grandmother’s back door
But it will not open
I cannot open
Darkness and locked doors
It is twilight now
Summer night
Knowing
I can never come back here
Again
Dreaming
I run
I run
Down down down
So many many many hills
About the Creator
Karolyn Denson Landrieux
Karolyn lives in Paris and Pittsburgh. She loves travel and has travelled most of the world, she enjoys time at home with family. Whether it's cooking, painting, designing or writing, creativity is her passion. @karolynd88 @maxineandbeanie
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