Filling a hole

There are holes dug up our lawn,holes throughout the yard.
Dug up by little creatures perhaps.
There for my to catch my foot upon and fall into.
To tumble down into the hole, after the rabbit.

Today the mind veered into the moment I first felt scared.

My moment..

I was sitting on the stand in a court room.I remember my sister had given me a piece if gum , as a sort of bribe.
"Make sure when you answer the questions the man asks you, say sir, like No sir, yes sir"
She gave me the gum, the kind in the green wrapper. I was chewing it slowly when the man asked me.
"Do you remember the day, when the first incident happened?"
"yes sir"
I replied the date and chewed slowly
"Can you tell me how it happened"
" I was called over to the room and was asked to pick up a garden hose that was on the floor.When I bent down he reached out....

then my moment happened.
There was a loud Banging on the door.Every one turned and there was my mother banging on the court doors.
"open the fucing door, open the fucking door now, let me out"she screamed.
Up until that moment the only tone i had ever heard in my mothers voice was anger or sadness.At the moment I heard anger, I heard regret, I heard sadness,Most of all I heard fear.Her fear, something I had never heard in her voice.So I knew that if she was scared, that I should be too.