Suddenly


Suddenly is coming -
I hear her footsteps down the hall.
Suddenly isn't welcome here,
We don't want her to call.

I put my hands over my ears,
Because I want to deny
That suddenly is even near,
That suddenly is nigh.

I don't want to hear her footsteps,
I don't want her to walk through that door.
I don't want suddenly to come at all,
But she's on her way for sure.

I do hear her footsteps, though,
And I know she's on her way.
So I must simply prepare myself,
And enjoy the rest of the day,
Until suddenly arrives
And takes my father away.

© Rebecca Jane Morse


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