Gone

On that July day things didn't happen their usual way
We were eating and Nanny was screaming
Brooke said it was her momma
I said no it isn't
"Screech, screech. Scurry, scurry"
We ran to the living room
she looked like she was sweeping the air
But it wasn't with the broom
I said hurry
She said she was
"Scurry, scurry. Screech, screech."
Once down we began to eat
They decided t be nosy
So in came great-grandmother Cozy
And Uncle Randal
She stood in front of me
Looking like a porcelain doll
Words came out of her eyes but no tears came out of her eyes
My tears forced their way down
What was supposed to happen now?
The storm of that July day had already come
Why else would Nanny be crying?
Then it hit me where was momma?
gone, gone, gone.

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