The Knock

October 16, 2011
By Blackbird.mej BRONZE, Fairborn, Ohio
Blackbird.mej BRONZE, Fairborn, Ohio
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Favorite Quote:
"Rage, Rage Against the Dying of the Light." -Dylan Thomas

The rap on the door was angry or…upset.
It was a policeman’s knock.
A knock that would close blinds
And induce whispers behind thin walls.
My hair was a mess when I answered the impatient knock
With a bright smile and a “hello!”
My uncle is the policeman.
“Where are your parents?”
They’re asleep…they’re always asleep.
“Go get them.”
My mother comes downstairs,
Upset. Angry. Grumpy. Curious.
“What are you doing here?”

A long pregnant pause that says everything
Before words are spoken.
“Our brother was killed by a drunk driver.”
Everything turns dark.

I was a little girl again
Wiggling my toes in a small creek in Missouri.
Not a care in the world.

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