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Momma do you hear it too –
the rhythmic chuffing
of the train
across the night?
I wait with you,
watch you sleep
(as you once watched me
long ago)
between your storms
of fretful churning.

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Momma do you hear it too?
The train is near,
the track of it,
its mounting rush
comes closer
in its hallowed haunt
then passes by
fading in the night.

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You waken,
take my hand and say
you long for home,
you must go home –
you’ve packed your thoughts
into a denim bag,
your favorite books
are piled neatly by the door.

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I whisper that one timeless day
your train will come a’whistlin’
all decked out with
a red caboose
(the way trains used to be)
and you’ll wave at the engineer
and he will brake for you
at that sacred terminal.

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© 2015 Betty Hayes Albright

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