Poetry

Awake

child awake

 

The cuckoo clock coos once. Dad’s snores echo through the house. I roll onto my side, still wide-awake. My eyes are tired but my mind keeps running. I have to be alert.

Those snores could stop any moment; I must be ready.

(c) Sanch Vee @ Sanch Writes (29 April 2015)

 

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