The Little Girl

Walking along a deserted road,
I stumbled across a young child,
About eight years old,
Curled up tight against the cold,
"Little lad",
I asked,
"Why don't you head on home,
The winds are increasing in vigour",
Looking up at me with somber eyes,
Long flowing hair uncurled,
Revealing her femininity,
The little girl replies that she is heartless.

"How does that prevent you from going home?",
Was my natural follow up question,
She refrains from responding,
Yet I shall not be deterred,
What reason have I to exist,
If not to aid those that require it,
Like this little girl,
Without a moment's hesitation I scoop her up,
Holding her tightly to my chest for warmth,
She does not even resist the touch of a stranger,
For so grateful is she for the least bit of kindness.

Arriving at my abode,
Presented with food she eats ravenously,
Appetite satisfied she is instantly taken by sleep,
I concede my bed to her and rest on the couch,
But she startles me by squeezing next to me in the dead of night,
Frightened by the loneliness of the large bed,
I stroke her hair as she drifts off again,
From an armchair perspective,
She could be the daughter I never had,
Wakening early to surprise her with breakfast,
But the little girl never rises from her slumber,
Her now apparent eternal slumber.

 No name or family to be found,
So passed the long haired little girl,
Severe pneumonia being the diagnosis,
Already dancing on the precipice of death when I found her,
Returning to my home in a daze of grief,
I come upon a note left for me by my former little guest, 
It read,
"They say home is where the heart is,
Which makes me heartless good sir,
For I have no home to go to,
But I thank you for the first night I can remember,
I felt like I had a heart in your home".

Reviews

[Josh Davis]

Reminds me of the Parable of the Good Samaritan...I must admit, I was completely confused through most of it, but that was a good thing, because it kept me interested and wondering how it would all end. Good stuff.

[Charles Chukwuani]

Thank you! My poems tend to be quite confusing and all over the place haha, I don't really think them through, I just write :/

[Josh Davis]

Hey man, I have always said that poetry isn't about the reader, its about the writer, haha! Like I said, I really liked the feeling confused. It made me want to know where you were going with it. I like it alot, really good stuff.