This poem is to the times when me and my three year old were running and hiding from abuse.
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I move my sleeping son
I try to crouch in the middle
With my arms around my little one
He has somehow miraculously missed
Me this time
I can’t sleep
Once again I am out
I am gone
As the rustle of his red
Camaro leaves us one more time.
Mary Angela Nangini's poems celebrate the richness of life and love. From the city to cottage-country and the roads in between, Nangini explores the changing seasons of her varied region. (This book will soon be reprinted in hard cover.)
This is my personal inspirational book of poetry. It contains many poems written for family, friends, and relevant life situations. Hopefully you will find some that will encourage and inpsire you in whatever arena you are found in your circle of l
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