Mystery and Crime Poetry posted September 7, 2017

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Children's ghost reach out from a shallow grave.

Little Giggles of Yesterday

by LindaJWolff

Like leaves rustling in a breeze
I could hear them.

A heaviness in my heart:
my first feeling of their presence standing
under an old oak tree.

It feels brokenhearted. Strained under emotion.
(Strained and not a leaf.)

Little giggles of yesterday, ones you want back.

My sincere-hearted compassion is acute
to its sadness: like a mare standing
over a dead foal.

How've I come to hear voices from a grave?

Little whispers in the swaying branches
bearing leaves, I feel your childlike song,
like soft wisps of air.

Is there a story in your silence?
Fatal touches crawl across my cheeks.
Goosebumps rise.
I can hear you, yet you're not there.

This tree holds your answers.

Today, the sky is gray, shrouded
clouds hold tears, beckoning
the outcry of injustice.

The once life-of-two now lies beneath my feet;
roots keep your secrets. Somewhere in history,
you both existed.

These answers I seek. Who are You?

- Linda J. Wolff 2017


A woman is out for a nature walk, when she comes upon an old oak tree in the middle of an open field, she takes rest there�??�?�¢?�??�?�¦when she is overcome with a heartbreaking emotion, the breeze speaks to her of little giggles and children. Hope you enjoy the digital art piece with double exposure and this little urban free verse poetry.
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