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they came in winter
they came in spring they were my legion I was their Queen they were the sightless they were the wounded they were the hopeless treated without conscience the invisible ones but I saw them and they sought me I fed them with little scraps I fed them with soft words I offered courage-- the tender bites of my humanity I saw in them a likeness so recognizable I saw in them the right to be they were they the chased they were the banished they were the despised they were the hunted they were the weeds I wanted to help to soothe and encourage-- to let them know they weren't as lost as they seemed to be I felt their small hopes I felt their growing fears I felt their sighs of relief when they saw me but Mother took her broom and her spiked words and scattered them away from me You are their Queen ha they are your beggars they are your strays they are a menace drive them away You-you your cat Muffin bring them home as surely as a Pied Piper attracts fleas then slinks away one day I came home from school and Muffin was gone thrown like trash pushed out into the cold garage a farmer came in winter-- took her away now my cat and our minions have been disposed of and I feel lost just like the strays I was their Queen they were my legion they were my comfort the ones I could understand I saw their hearts in the middle of their faces I saw myself my unusual persistence no broom would ever chase that indignant heart in me away..... LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM--FEBRUARY 4 2021 9:42 TIME AND DATE STAMPED AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER/POET/MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY AND REGISTERED COPYRIGHTED SITE TITLE MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD Vote for this poem |
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