</>The little girl sat under the mango tree <br />Swinging her feet up and down on the swing <br />Staring into space <br />Oblivious to the surroundings <br />A little butterfly flew past her <br />Grazing her ears as it flew <br />Dark raven hair framed her tiny face <br />Long dark lashes cascaded hazel eyes <br />A teardropp escaping her eyelid <br />Gently fell on her cheek <br />Inside the wooden hut <br />The woman stumbled once <br />Her nose bled <br />Her feet numb <br />Her lips blue <br />She held the suitcase tight <br />The door closed forever <br />She walked slowly towards the girl <br />A dark shadow towered over her <br />Obscuring her from her own flesh and blood <br />Such a sacrifice <br />For her freedom <br />From the gallows <br />A second of hesitation <br />They looked at each other <br />Child and adult <br />Oh how she longed to hug the tiny creature <br />The fruit of her womb <br />Reassurance? <br />Consolation? <br />The tears fell in torrents <br />Like monsoon rain <br />A whisper <br />A croak <br />“Good bye my heart, <br />I have to leave now <br />But I’ll be back for you <br />I promise! ” <br />The little girl stood motionless <br />A frozen statue <br />A still picture <br />The clock stopped chiming <br />The woman turned away <br />Unable to bear it anymore <br />Slowly she walked away <br />Heavy footsteps <br />One, two, three, four, five <br />Pitter patter <br />Tiny steps <br />A gentle tug on her skirt <br />She turned around <br />A tiny voice <br />“Mummy, please, <br />Don’t take your perfume <br />I want to keep your smell with me <br />Even if, I cannot see you anymore! ” <br /> <br />A frail heart shattered <br />A tiny spirit trembled <br />While, behind them <br /> <br />A voice thundered <br />The devil smiled<br /><br />Aminath Neena<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/perfume-6/
