(30/30) Meet Me in the Cellar
I skipped the last prompt from NaPoWriMo and posted this poem from another writing group I belong to.
You’ve been gone
for so many years,
I struggle to remember
how your voice held me.
Even when you yelled,
I could hear love;
it kept the monsters away
it encouraged me to do my homework
it told me to take out the trash.
One day while at a cousin’s house,
I heard a soft tone
whisper
meet me in the cellar.
I went
downstairs;
it was you
speaking over white noise
covered in dark.
© 2018 Abruvanamedsly
You’ve been gone
for so many years,
I struggle to remember
how your voice held me.
Even when you yelled,
I could hear love;
it kept the monsters away
it encouraged me to do my homework
it told me to take out the trash.
One day while at a cousin’s house,
I heard a soft tone
whisper
meet me in the cellar.
I went
downstairs;
it was you
speaking over white noise
covered in dark.
© 2018 Abruvanamedsly
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