LaVonne
Lavonne
Lavonne will sound like deja vu.
I'm still just shy of six.
It's early in the summer and
Poor Mom is in a fix!
It's Motherhood or Sanity --
So said someone who knows.
Choose Motherhood (not Sanity),
And out the door it goes!
So with a heavy heart, resigned,
She turns to friends from church --
The Davises take Bud and Ron,
That leaves me in the lurch!
I'm placed then with a fam'ly whom
I've never even met.
The older ones are ugly,
Though they smile, I start to fret.
Then Lavonne comes in (their daughter),
Like an angel from above.
She's eighteen, and so perfect!
My young heart thinks it's in love!
That heart becomes euphoric!
This was planned. Mom takes her cue --
Slipping silently behind me,
Out the door -- a silent, "Whew!"
That's when suddenly I notice
She is nowhere to be found!
Then I hear a car door closing.
Out the door I try to bound!
But they hold me -- I am frantic!
Watching taillights then recede,
Screaming, sobbing, thrashing, snorting --
Then Lavonne perceives my need.
She stoops down -- then looks me in the eye,
Her voice is smooth as silk.
"She'll be back. You wanna call her?"
As she pours a glass of milk.
Through my sniffles I'm just nodding
As she hands me the black phone.
I had memorized our number --
"In emergencies, phone home."
963-3659, I think.
It rings -- a ray of hope …
Eating cookies, sipping milk,
Each ring confirms the answer's
nope!
With each passing ring, while staring
Into that angelic face,
Makes me think,
This might not be so bad …
I kinda like this place!
Lavonne became my sister.
I, her brother to protect.
Older Sherwins still were ugly,
But I'm glad Lavonne I met …