The Train



The hot humid air was difficult to breathe in,


But she held on to her sleeping 3 year old, although she was gasping.


The shadows at the back of the station scared her stiff,


But she courageously stood & thought about the tiff.


There was nowhere to go yet she waited on for a train


Wanting to go far & never come back again


Exhausted, she lay down on a chair,


Woke up with a startle to feel the cool wind in her hair.


He smiled down at her & held her on,


And the little one stirred at the approaching train horn.. 

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