Curiousity
I heard a song not known but years before
That delicately threaded through my ears
It floated gently from the darkened door
And soon nostalgia nudged my into tears
I, step by step, had stumbled to the stoop
Since no one could've known that song but I
This tune had really thrown me for a loop
For t'was my long-passed mother's lullaby
With hand on knob I wondered what I'd see
My visions started soft but then grew dark
For what if, waiting in that room for me
Was poor ol' mummy's spirit, standing stark
Intending to find out why she was dead?
I couldn't stand the thought and so I fled.