Do It Again Auntie, Do It Again
Sweet memories of you are my home
I went for a walk in the park today
I watched a mother and her toddler play.
Sweet memories of you came to mind
The days I’d play with you outside.
I remembered the times on the playground
When I’d swing you round and round.
Do it again auntie, you’d cry. Do it again.
I went back home and opened the door.
Suddenly it didn’t feel like home any more.
I stumbled through the doorway
Longing to hear your voice in hallway.
But all I heard was the voice in my head.
Trapped sounds trying to be heard.
Let’s do it again auntie, let’s do it again.
Screaming louder now until I am sure I can
hear the pitter patter of your footsteps as you ran.
This is home now, the memory of you in my head.
This is home now, where I will do it again and again.
About the Creator
Rejoice Denhere
Lover of the written word, mother, and business owner.
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