Five Years old, ugly and shy.
I saw you letting go and I cried.
Mummy! Mummy! Please don’t go.
Will you come back? I don’t know.
Mummy! Mummy! Do you care?
Please, please stay. I want you near.
She looked me in my eyes and said,
“Don’t call me that. Call me by my name.
It’s Marcia. Give it a try”.
That’s the last day I saw her…
Until sixteen years later, one day in late July.
Too many demons to face this January, already feels like hell in my brain.
Time to open the gate and let evil run lose.
Too many Angels knocking,
Too many Angels starving, My food for thoughts are always poisonous.
Not enough Time
Left in the church yard
Watching under the old oaks
Waters over head
© LadyRavenhill 2018
the kennedy assignation
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