The Three Finger Girls Poem by Geoffrey Fafard

Long shadows hide frail thoughts of
Silence
Pretty smiles stop conversation
The south wind cools the situation
Bringing memories out of hiding
Callous indifference protects the masses

And time is the enemy of all
Except forgetfulness
Don't leave me I begged…
But she just wagged her tail, licked my face
And left anyway.

If things come in threes as they tell
Then who will be the last of the three fingered girls
Perhaps a piano player, perhaps an actress
Perhaps you
Show me your hands please.

Long shadows hide frail thoughts of
Genius
Sad smiles stop conversation
The south wind chills the situation
And memories return to hidden corners

Now time and forgetfulness live in sin
Only a short distance from here
And those that think laughter to be my best medicine
Have not met my doctor nor read his
Prescription.