May,1947 Poem by Mila Bell

i'm climbing on the roof -
i'm climbing to see the truth,
and baby runs away
from his own mother
oh god, I'll ruin his day
and here's my final step
mother forgive me
it's the last second on earth i'll spend
next stop is my higher self
i close my eyes, and it's forties
making next step is too hard
what if i just didn't do it,
oh, i'm too weak, and it's getting dark
my legs don't feel the ground
for the first time,
and now i'm nobody -
just a sad girl on the top of a car
but they're grieving
they feel how mortal they are