Creases and Folds	Home- Poetry
Christmas tree green sheets sway as Rain threatens in the sky. Everyone is inside enjoying Apple pie and Sun brewed strong tea, Easily chatting, ignoring Stoically the cold fear breathing Against their throats. Nana rests upstairs in bed, Drowsing under the watchful eye of Fredrick, her Oldest son. Lines of worry make him look like he’s Dying instead of her on this Stifling summer day.
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