My Sister’s Fate Poem by RIC BASTASA

A man comes
To our house
To take my sister’s hands

Grandma meets him
Leads him from the floor
To the stairs
Then for a talk in the
Living room

Brings him to the
Dining room for
Light snacks
While sister arranges
Some flowers in the vase,

Grandpa stares at him
From the tip of his hair
To the tip of his toe,

And then sister and him
Have a sweet talk
On sweet nothings
Just like any lover

After a while,
He is excused
As it is dark
And grandma and
Grandpa have their
Own kind of talk,

And then tells sister,
“He is no good,
We have seen his eyes
And his footsteps
Drop him”.

But her heart beats
For him and she is ready
For future regrets.

Oh, how she follows
Her heart that loves
The man who deceives
her from the very start

(sequel follows in due time)