Each month, write a new collection.
Nowhere to run(after Robert Frost's"Death of a hired hand)Covering our lives when we were threeKids back from the ceremony of our mom's CremationSara the oldest was treating us to a Lunch at the nearby Mexican restaurantAsking me, the youngest of our threesome"how lucky you were to leave first from home"I was lucky to have left at thirteen to live with dad, as he was overjoyed to have meleave mom's as it was a tearful torment tobe pulled out of the place familiar I told Sara, "When I came home to mom'safter being gone for three and a half yearsI felt like it was coming home to a circuswhile she surrounded herself with clowns to replace me and having the bongs and thekegs and the partying twenty four sevenShe said that is why I left after you came backAlways cleaning up after everyonewhen she gave me the choice to dothe dishes of turn over your house keySo I gave her the keyMy other sister being one year older than me and a year younger than SaraSaid as she had tears welling upAt least you were not married off at a young age of sixteen by dadAfter all, it was an abusive relationship and I had to come back like you. Dad just wantedus to get as far away from momas possibleThe family coming home was like moving away, as far as we could to make ourselvesa lost kindredNever to find home without leaving firstThe three agree it was for the best To get out of mom's clutchesAs I say, "Remember when we Looked up the word Responsibility in the dictionary, Sara?"We were following dad and his influence on our journeyWhen mom was nevergoing to grow upThat is all we had to do was to get out of the houseWhich she said always was suppose to be there to come back toIt was all a lie Never to return Though meant for our coming home
it is "death of the hired man"