Two little girls cry out in the night
“Mommy!” they say to no one in sight
A blanket of fear holds them tight
As strangers tell them “It’ll be alright”
Sitting on concrete at the light
Her youthful trembling hands of white
Hold up a sign stating her plight
Holding back tears with all her might
Twin girl’s Mom won’t give up the fight
To make their future bright
10 lines—each line 8 syllables—Rhyme
For the creative writing class I am currently taking I tried to rewrite my original Tanka written on September 4, 2019, into a 10 line poem using the line “sitting on concrete” while also using parts of the lines “thin white hands” and “two little girls” in some way.
This poem is what I came up with after quite some deliberation.