Don't go in the Cellar


  • Death
    • Robin
    • Even if you are on the right track, you’ll get run over if you just sit there.

    Don't go in the Cellar

    Always moving never knew where we’d go
    One city to another how long we didn’t know
    There’s me my Father and my Mother
    There’s my little Sister my older Brother
    Searching everywhere for just the right home
    It is the early sixties how long must we roam
    Mama then told us she found a house quick
    It was really nice was made out of brick
    There is an old woman she still lived there
    We could live there free if of her we took care
    Down into the cellar my Father would go
    Put coal in the furnace she’d follow you know
    She’d watch him like a hawk with her evil eye
    See he touched nothing that nothing went awry
    Rush him out of there didn’t want him there long
    She acted strange like some things wrong
    One day the police came asking many questions
    Mother being angry gave many suggestions
    The old woman wasn’t home on this very day
    Mother told the police they have to go away
    They want to search the house mother said “No.”
    A “Search Warrant” made her let them go
    They came in and searching everywhere
    In the cellar is something frightening there
    They broke through the walls made of red brick
    Didn’t take them long it happened so quick
    Buried in the walls seven little suitcases
    Something horrifying by the look on their faces
    The old woman had a daughter of her own
    A lady of the night was very well known
    She became with child to the cellar shed go
    Bury the little baby thinking no one will know
    What use to be a child within each little box
    Was freed from their graves of these red blocks
    After this grizzly find needless for me to say
    Mother then decided its time to move away
    Now if in the cellar you find yourself there
    Take a look around before you have a scare.

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    Photojan12 commented on Don't go in the Cellar


    Wow. What an experience for a child to have and carry through life. If this happened to you it must be something that's been with you for a long time. We all have childhood memories that haunt us. This encourages me to write mine. Thank you

    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    Robin’s Poems (29)

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    I will always Love You 1
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