Early morning intuition opened the front door
at the sound of a barking dog to discover
an uneasy feeling justified.
Crime stepped from the shadows
propped on an uncle’s shoulders
forcing each one of my family to face it.
No one could decide on what “it” was.
Mama said, “It was that damn boy
crawling across the night to bring
his evil to our doorstep.”
Dad said, “It breaks my heart.
He is my brother, but I must turn him in.”
My little sister said, “It was so scary to see
that white t-shirt come out of the dark.”
I kept my thoughts to myself. The “it”
tormenting me had risen from my nightmares
and was eating toast and drinking milk.
We all thought those tail lights disappearing
over the hill would be our freedom from the
thing we couldn’t agree on, but our lives
weren’t free of the unexpected lurking in the night.
Two evenings later on a quiet, waiting street
peace was undone by shuffling feet, badges
and guns demanding we surrender a man already gone.
Rattled, angry and fearful each one of us was trying
again to define the thing that unsettled us, but
the only thing we could agree on was the hope
the “it” an uncle brought to us would never return.
©Susie Clevenger 2013
At Real Toads Kerry has us celebrating Harper Lee's birthday by taking a quote from her novel "To Kill a Mockingbird" and using it as inspiration for our written work. A Birthday In April ~ Harper Lee
I actually got to meet Mary Badham who played Scout in the movie version of Harper Lee's book, "To Kill a Mockingbird."