I Declined-

I don't know where she came from

I don't know why she came to me

But there the child sat on my porch step

Gazing up at me

With beautiful blue eyes

Wide and eager

Young and curious

She looked happy

But beaten and dirty

She asked to come in-

I declined

 

She looked familiar

 

The spring fell

Summer rose

And in its heat

I opened my door

And there the girl sat

Again on my porch step

Looking up at me with similar eyes

Beautiful and blue

Scared and concerned

Cautious, but still curious

Still happy, but still dirty

Who is she?

She asked to come in

I declined-

 

She looked like an old friend

 

Fall stepped in          

Knocking on my door

I pulled on a light jacket

And stepped out, embracing the chilled wind

There the young lady stood

No longer looking up

Still with beautiful blue eyes

Now sharper

No longer innocent

The curiosity dulled

But tinted with adventure

Smiling warmly

Still beaten and dirty

So familiar

She asked shyly to come in

I declined-

I'll never know why

But I know her- from somewhere

 

Winter finally came

Sharp and cold

I opened the door

My scarf hugging my throat

And there she stood

Off in the yard this time

I walked up to her

She quickly became more and more familiar

Again, beautiful blue eyes

Piercing against the white snow

Calm and casual

Knowing and warm

A smile held at her lips

Her bruises fading

The dirt cleaned off by snow

I don't know why, but

I offered to let her in

She declined-

And walked away

Reviews

[GalaxyGhost]

Magnificent storytelling! You certainly have a talent for writing beautiful a poem like this. I can imagine this as a story ballad playing on my radio!

[V]

A nice storylike poem. It somehow got me hooked from the first lines. You managed to create something likable and entertaining to read by using simple words. That's a nice way of writing.