It was years before I realized they meant
us. We were pre-teens with keys,
unlocking doors, preparing supper,
riding bicycles without helmets –
without a thought for safety.
We roughed our way across the creek,
through the woods, never worried
about tics. We climbed to the top
of the old oak and ripped our pants
on the way down. Played
hide & seek until sunset, or until
someone’s mom yelled “Dinner!”
We stumbled back through the front door
trailing the scent of sweat and freedom.
Maybe we washed up, did some homework,
maybe we watched tv. Whatever we did
after we let ourselves in, we felt
safe as houses.
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2 Replies to “Latchkey Kids (a poem)”
“We felt/ safe as houses”
I love it, Kelly!
Thank you, Bethany!