Amelia

Amelia, singing on the steps,
Her voice as pure as light,
And I, among the penitents
That won’t be home tonight –

I hear her, and I see her still,
And now, my tears are falling,
For all the years I stayed away
When I could hear
Her calling

Author: Owen Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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