Old Year

The musty room was dark and endearing,
Mummy’s anklets, were they ringing?
Memories!
She pushed the heavy drapes and looked at the trees.
Eyes blank, cheeks pale,
Mummy cheated her, hadn’t she said, she would never fail?
The trees, witness to many a story,
That mummy had told her little fairy.
Wind whistled, but they stood calm and tall,
Restless she waited for mummy to call.
Women had wailed and beaten their chests,
A noble soul had left her nest.
She twirled her fingers, blew dust,
Tiny palms cupping her face,
Eagerly she looked for a trace.
Just once, the little heart thought,
Just once, the little heart sought.
Crackers exploded outside,
She jumped with fright,
Mummy would have held her tight.
Sky beamed, draped in colours,
It was the New Year.
Her tiny hand reached out for the Old Year,
Mummy was there, she had no fear.

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