Tale Weavers: Poem – Synchronicity – “Safe” #amwriting #taleweavers #poetry #BellLetsTalk


Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting last week’s Tale Weaver’s prompt which is: a story through the eyes of a child. 

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Mommy you let go my hand, I’m quick–

Mere seconds pass, I’m laughing freely, 

I run. 

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Mommy, I’m giggling what it is —

Feeling free, everyone looks at me, 

Smiling.

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Down the aisles of Superstore, 

You’ve lost me, can you find me now? 

I’m fast.

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Boxes, packages to pull down, 

Grinning, happy, into candy, 

Sitting —

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Waiting for me on the shelf are —

My favourite chocolate and gummies;

Mommy? 

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Where’d you go? I think I’m lost, 

I’m scrunching my face, tears begin, 

Where’d you —

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Go? Mommy; don’t leave me here now, 

Some lady grabbed my hand and —

It hurts.

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She won’t let go, dragging me off, 

Stranger danger; no one helps me,

Let Go! 

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It’s okay now, Mommy is here

Holding you close, grabbing your hand;

She runs.

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Scared I’ll turn her in and I should, 

Who tries to kidnap a child in —

Daylight? —

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 At all? Cannot trust, stay near me, 

Now you know why and you’re safe, 

From harm.

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Mommy will never let you go, 

Her precious boy, her sweet sunshine, 

Is hers.

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 
 

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Moral Monday’s Flash Fiction: Grocery Store Stranger


Thanks to Nortina from Lovely Curses for hosting this writing challenge. Today’s moral prompt is: “Never talk to Strangers.”

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http://www.retailindustry.about.com
 

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(True Story)

When I was three-years old, I remember grocery shopping at Superstore with my Mom. I loved it at Superstore because it had widely spaced aisles I could run in.

I went down one aisle behind my Mom and an old woman who reminded me of my Grandma, asked me my name and we started talking.

Suddenly, the lady grabbed my hand and started pulling me away with her. 

I thought she was going to kidnap me but my Mom was watching and wrested my hand out of the lady’s hand and said, “No, she’s my daughter.” The woman took off.

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.