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I am someone who feels deeply
and thinks deeply sometimes I write to remember something someone I feel I must remember she does deserve to be remembered: she was diminuitive as small as a child the first time I saw her she was loaded and had a black eye I passed judgment it wasn't a kind thing for me to do we all have addictions and pain I grew up with an alcoholic and a Mother who wasn't there unless I met her necessary standards for a seal of approval the place where I now live everyone's pain hangs out like underwear that needs a wash so many misfits and weirdos the last stop for many she had been locked out of her apartment she had a frightened little dog with her and she was surly I recognized the fear and helped her I was hoping for a thank you but I didn't get one looking back now I didn't realize how arrogant that attitude was kindness shouldn't be some kind of binding agreement if its offered with stings that what use is the use of being kind there is no use... today this very afternoon a friend and good neighbor told us this same little lady had leaped from her fifth floor balcony to her death our friend and neighbor who is someone who goes to every apartment when someone has died and tidies up and does the thankless unthinkable she asked me if I had any bleach to clean up the spot where the small lady landed she wanted to give her some dignity in death she wanted to clear out the gawkers this lady's little dog now has a new place to go but I'll bet she never wanted to leave her lonely friend this lady's family has been called I wonder how they will accept this or if they will even react it seems this lady was always alone and here relatives had already been long-absent death here in the building is a cold too-often fact and so is loneliness like I said for many this is the end of the line for this little lady who lay on the ground looking to the world as if she was a small child asleep her life ended too soon she was younger than I I didn't know her but I have a feeling that I understand how she felt fragile so fragile oh what a fall she took legal copyright for this poem written directly to the page and also for this writer Melissa A Howells and also for this legally copyrighted site title Meloo Straight From Her Tilt-a-World 8-19-18 2:17pm PST I cannot write her name but this is to remember her and that she lived. Vote for this poem |
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