Polio

A Poem By: Lee A. Zito The sun shines bright through the window into the old fashioned room Fifties wall-paper, fifties furniture. Close the shade please she whispered. At the dusk of life the sun still doesn't bring her joy. It never had. As a child there was no playing, no adoration for the warm rays of sunshine. She had betrayed the sun therefore she grew sick. Disease caressing her with seductive death Dancing with …

…her along. On the floor, still she lay with wavy streams of loneliness. He left and although she was alive, he had taken her life. Here you are now, Auntie dear. Screaming, no, screaching "Don't touch the walls!" Of course not, I won't... It is still the same, everything's still the same Except you, Auntie. How will you dance now? How will you dance with death? Especially since he left you. Never to dance again.