Just a little farther.
Her hands clutch the grass,
Pulling herself back home;
Willing her body to move.
Bits of dirt,
Embedded under her fingernails
The wind steals her ribbon.
Mama would be mad,
Grass stains on her pink dress
Daddy said cryin’ was for babies and drunks
She allowed one shaky breath,
And she focused.
Just a little farther.
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