IN that simple room

In that simple room

  On those simple Wednesday' noondays

Something of fear

  Something of fasting,

   Something of faith kindled in my Gramma's spirit

Being handled down

  Being forced up.

Not much of love, no not much of hope

  But anguish over death without reconsideration

Angst and pain and fear and supplication

Hands folded, knees bent, weeping,

  Praying, tarrying, screaming, preyed upon,   

Submitting in that simple room

On those simple Wednesday' noondays

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  No explanation

And all explicative deleted

  Even the explicative at death and decay

And the way of a child’s nightmare

Barging into to daylight

In that simple room

  On those simple Wednesday' noondays

My Gramma prayed

 And mother Crawley sang

     And my sister spoke in tongue

And I wanted to be close to a God

   Who didn’t want me,

       Because they didn’t want me, really

Only felt responsible

Only felt the need to keep up appearances

Only the need for fear and fasting,

My nerves fraying

  My heart failing

     To feign real religion.

                                                       Billye Okera

                                                                                                 © May 4, 2007