Warning.A Poem by NaomiAn experience I had a seven years old.
The warning blasted on the radio,
right before the tornado hit. Thankfully, it was a mile away and we had time to rush down to the basement. "We'll make a pallet." Daddy said. I didn't know what a pallet was, and I couldn't stop crying. The fear of the tornado overwhelmed my heart, and I felt a terrible feeling throughout my body. So my brothers and my dad went upstairs and brought down all the blankets and pillows we owned. We made a giant, fluffy bed from them that we laid on all night, as Daddy told us of his childhood. "I'll only tell you the good parts." he told us. Daddy told me stories of when he met mom and of his days living in Chicago. None of his struggles showed in his stories, unlike what Momma told us about Daddy. The warning signal stopped as the tornado went down our street, or maybe I just couldn't hear it then. Daddy had thrown a blanket over us to keep us safe as he held a piece of wood over the only window. The tornado passed, and we where okay. "That's life." Daddy whispered to us. "All you have to do is be patient and the troubles will go away." Daddy gave us our nicknames in the basement that night. I was his Gypsy-Girl, Cassidy was the Baby-Doll, and Silas was King Of Trees. I miss the happy days..
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9 Reviews Added on November 10, 2011 Last Updated on November 10, 2011 AuthorNaomiSomewhere :P, ILAboutMy name is Naomi. I've been writing since I was six or seven. I have another account, Naomi233, but I kinda stopped going on it a while ago. Anyway, I hope you enjoy my writing. (: table table ta.. more..Writing
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