@Fredy_Moh 16 September 2020

The Voice On the Stairs.

When i was a kid, i fell in love with our stairs My steps springing from it when Mom served bread and eggs Though it was old, i loved the color it wore It was black, dark and sore When i was seven, i heard a voice singing on the stairs Such sweet voice it sounded like a birds' Little did i know it was all in my head But the voice whispered my name Beckoning me not to scream I begun to wonder if i was in a dream When i was nine, i would race up and down the stairs I saw death staring at me, Amazed Then, i became fond of the voice on the stairs The voice of the stairs Often made bets with me It promised i could become Super Mario If i jumped the stairs with a flip Three years later i finally gave in Only for Mom to wheel me out of an inn Now I'm forty-nine, I'm passing by the stairs There lay my son, his hands broken and sore As i looked up, it stared right at me Black was the colour it wore. Hello guys, I'm @Fredy_Moh . If you enjoy the poem, subscribe to me and leave some comments.🤗