Mother and Daughter

or: Haunted

by Kiara Vestigium



Can you hear the children playing
Running around the wooden shed
Laughing, howling, whispering, yelling,
Taking everything they get


Their icy fingers tugging,
Pulling on every single tile
While on the floor we are huddling
Forming a frightened human pile


The Howling turns to moaning
And the whispering to groaning
Deluge-like rain starts to pour
What more must we endure?


All planks around us creaking
The roof in places leaking
For the broken window glass they reach
Fright and fear the children teach


A wolf picks up its lonely howl
God, please save my unworthy soul
I hold you close and shut my eyes
Dreading the sun might never rise