Hard Landing, poetry by Lisa Reynolds at Spillwords.com

Hard Landing

Hard Landing

written by: Lisa Reynolds


In the beginning,
there was a brick house
with thin walls,
creaky oak stairs
and a hard landing
by the front door.

I think of how she tossed
herself like a rag
to reach there.

I remember him saying,
she should have held the rail.

He’d tell me that
time and time again,
hold the rail, hold the rail.

I didn’t know if he cared
or it was just a command
on his list of many.

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