not knowing
that she had melted
and slipped silently through
the cracks in the floorboard,
where she lay listening
to all those who called her name.
In time they went further,
demolishing walls in
a frenzied need to know
just where she had gone.
If they had looked closely
they might have noticed
the darker stained wood
and the sweet echo of herself
that lingered sorrowfully
in the hallway,
too afraid to leave
but not wanting to stay.
Author Bio:
Shelley Nutting resides in England where she is a wife mother and community nurse. She has been writing poetry all her life but has only recently begun to share it. The strength of women at the heart of family is a recurring theme in her writing.