Doors Of Emerald City Poem by elysabeth faslund

I was asleep...sometime before dawn,
Then woke awfully cold...
Remembering dreaming...

(get out of the woods, get out of the
dark, get out of the night...)

That a voice called my name.
Over and over. My mother's voice.
So sweet, so sad, lonely...

(get out of the dark, get out of the night...)

'Did ya ansuh dat voice? Yo muther...
Did ya ansuh? Did ya? '

(get out of the night...)

'No. I was afraid. Why should I be
Afraid to...why be afraid of
My mother's voice? '

(you're out of the night...step up to the door
And bid it 'Open...open.')

'Oh Seet Baby Christ, chile!
You's lucky. Ole folk say dream
Voices a'callin
Are death...fotelling.
Yo death.

Lawd, girl. Sumpin' tain't right.
Ansuh none dem voices.
Ya gots to 'memba...
Yo mama's funeral
Was yestuhday.