Innocent child you stand in the rain.
Momma is stranded, bus late again.
You wipe away tears.
Year after year.
Still you sit.
Silently waiting.
The quiet is grating.
Air hangs heavy.
Atmosphere of no fear.
You had no recollection of that accident.
Tragically both of you taken.
You knew not.
A clump of forget-me-nots cluttered the road edge.
Today you still stand.
Not realising the hovering dark clouds are just a mere disguise.
A swirling storm, a whirling tornado.
Momma came home.
Carried back on the wind.
It rocked.
She captured your hand, held safely in hers.
Another quick twist, both of you gone.
(c)Livvi