I don't like to be reminded
of where I am
the darkness reminds me so often
he said
then whimpered
I see
I said,
touching my eyes,
even the dead are lonely
and frightened
yes
he said,
we long for life
and it refuses to return
I see
I said,
hearing a movement
in the corner
we long for you still
I said
and my heart crumpled
I heard his rustling
and words quietly spoken
( Mom,
do me a favor,
would you please,
he was chirping...
like a Himalayan cat does,
would you write this all down for me
dear
before you return to bed
would you please
remember
leave the light on
for me always,
please.)
I smiled
as I turned for bed
as I heard
his steady purring
straight to the page, and odd idea.
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this writer/author/poet Melissa A. Howells
and also for this legally copyrighted site title
Meloo Straight From Her Tilt-a-World
title changed and edited June 14 2017 later on
in the morning.
