Latchkey Sheila

Sheila is alone tonight at home.
Mom and Dad left long ago.
Today the sitter was late.
Childhood joys faded into the night.

There was a family portrait on the wall.
It showed three happy kids with mom and pop.
Each face seemed to anticipate a better day.

Today is just like any other.
Her hopes were dashed more times
than Sheila will ever know.

W. Wayne B.
Jan. 1, 2012

About William Wayne Smith

I'm a poet, library fan and maker.
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