Michael Amoah
9TH GRADE
ARRIVAL
Standing for hours
People walking past me
Holding their luggage
Like busy ants
While I stand shaking in my shoes
Waiting and waiting
A concerned woman walks up to me
“Who is coming to pick you up?” she asks
“My mom,” I say in a shaky voice
“Okay,” she says, staying with me
Still quivering I ask,
“When will my mom be here?”
“I’m not sure,” she answers
Waiting, I begin to cry
When is my mom coming?
I wait anxiously,
trembling
“Why are you crying?” she asks
“I want my mommy,” I say hopelessly
“It will be okay,” she says confidently
I stand there asking myself questions
Is she coming? When will she be here?
I feel vulnerable like a twitching mouse
caught in a trap
As I wait a man comes up to me
He looks familiar
But I can’t recognize him
Wondering who he was I stay where I am
“Come!” he yells.
I run to him and yell,
“Dad!”
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