She lay on her back watching the stars
and wondered where she had come from.
Once someone had given her a name
but she had forgotten it long since.
She remembered she waited. But for what?
In the mean time she enjoyed her dreams and her fantasies.
Vague memories disconcerted her but never for long.
Absent-mindedly she played with the small object
she always kept within reach. It gave her solace.
Years came and went and it was increasingly difficult
to get food but she was contented.
In her own small world she was everything.
When they found her bleached bones
they wondered where she had come from
and if she had ever been given a name.
===============================
I just lost my part time job and am not making ends meet via entertainment because of covid, so a donation (click) is much appreciated:
No comments:
Post a Comment