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When was it?
Not too long ago.
‘Momma was runnin'!’
We saw her,
standing there and making her heart ache,
she ran so hard.
I was very young
and I had no real sense of danger then.
I was laughing when she looked at me and shook her head,
sweat beads sprayed out from her hair and the tip of her nose.
I could taste it on my hand afterwards,
like ink,
and it made me smile cause I could see her face.
The wet and red in her eyes.
She huddled me up
and my sister too.
Her arms were tight on my back
and I started crying.
Momma had to run.
I cry now when I think of her
holding us both,
saving us and being strong.