Memory Visitants Poem by O. A.

Memory Visitants

There's a house on a big green hill
In the middle of a dense, wet forest
Where an old decrepid woman lives
Alone without any so young children.

Everyday she makes a hot breakfast
Like her kids were still living, as well.
She sets up plates and cutlery also
In hopes that they both come home.

In her heart, she knows they are gone
But she refuses to give in to her belief
That the big bad wolves took them to
A place and ravaged 'n tortured them.

It's been a quiet day thus far, knitting
A sweater for two from a ball of yarn
And the day is passing by like others
Wondering if they'll come in the dark...

But then as she peers out the window
She notices a light flashing in the night,
So she gathers herself with a flashlight
And her wooden cane 'n opens a door...

She begins to walk out into the forest
Wondering if that light was her Anyah
Or her son Evander, trying to find their
Way through the creepiness of the dark...

She tries to run after the light but falls.
It's sad but her two children were taken
Years ago when she had a pretty face
Now she is old and uses a cane, as well.

The woman begins to cry now, calling out
Their names, as if they were both still alive!
And would hear their mother in the night...
But in reality, these lights were just fireflies
These lights were a pair of fireflies...
The old woman finally, realized! ! !

O.A.