A Story in Poems
There's No Escaping
Last month when my dad finally came home
from the hospital, every afternoon
I read to him for an hour or so
Mostly Mom made me read from the Bible
I'd pull my chair up as close as I could get
to where he lay on the bed in my room
but before I even cracked the Bible open
he'd say, You know, Allie, I liked that one
you read from the other day
about that Dorothy girl
her goofy little dog, the yellow brick road
& the big twister . . .
It was right there on the night table waiting
The Wizard of Oz, Daddy! I'd say
and open up to the place we left off
the day before
One time Mom walked by
on her way to the bathroom
and when she heard what I was reading
she started in muttering, how she does
about tornadoes & hard times
Your mom's always trying to escape
tornado season, Allie . . .
Daddy said, soon as she was out of earshot
and I nodded, though I wasn't sure
what he meant
I read some more and then he said
You might as well know now, Allie
there's no escaping . . .
There's no escaping tornado season.
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