Side-Walks-Homes
Skipping down the sidewalks
You turn, then turn again
First a right
Then a left
Who knows where you’ll go next
As it starts to storm
Look down past your wet feet
Then you slip and fall and hit your knee
To the gloomy sidewalk below you
You cry and only one person can help you
You know where you’ll to go to next
First a left
Then a right
You turn, then turn again
Till the sidewalk leads you back
Leading you to the loving person
You call your mother
Seeing her waiting you run even faster
She calls you brave as
You call her your hero
This poem is about:
Me
My family
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