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Pale Cheeks

Her pale cheeks were stained with tears as she viewed the crash she had caused.
The police were there, not to console, but to get all the facts. As he paused,

Her father stepped in to try and defend, his daughter on the curb, shaking with fear.
The police pushed him aside and said that she needed to explain without the tears.

The father stepped back, being put in his place, his daughter had grown up.
He could no longer protect her from the world like you would a pup.

The hurt he felt for his daughter that day would stick in his mind forever.
All he could do now is sit on the curb with his arm around her.

--Hubert Crowell

2010 Hubert C. Crowell