And Loved Her Most

Spinning

round the room

Green carpet

black lamp

the door again

she yearns to pass through

but instead she twirls

a little girl

so pretty and darling.

The vile brew

keeps churning inside

rising until

she is forced to swallow

Dizzy her eyes

can focus no more

dizzy she cannot

trust in the floor.

When the hands tighten

and the back bends low

When she remembers hope

like the Ed Sullivan Show

Throw out the orange peels

in yesterday’s paper

Is a cat required?

Will the dripping faucet stop?

An idiot - no

for idiots

are happy in their plight

It must be then

as she always knew

And knowing now

She will run

to greet the One

Who Walks the Night

the one who understood

Who listened

when she hid

and said nothing

And loved her most

for that.