We kids called her Singin’ Sally and
gave her house a wide berth,
especially if we caught sight of her
outside. We didn’t want to be called
over to her, and back then we wouldn’t
dare ignore or disrespect an elder.
Although we may have run…
Many times we could hear her banging on her
out-of-tune piano…singing praise to her Lord,
her voice raised in a crescendo of fervency.
She routinely posted signs in her front yard
that said “The End is Near” and “Repent Your Sins”.
She frightened me.
She was old…she seemed old…
Her hair was a scritch-scratch, bird’s nest grey,
wild and untamed like her need to make you
realize that you had better repent, REPENT!!
She babbled and mumbled…most words
made no sense. She was intense.
Sometimes she passed by our house on
the way to the bus stop at the end of our street.
I would watch from the safety of indoors,
staring at this strange figure wearing baggy,
outdated clothes, with a loping, purposeful walk.
She always appeared to be muttering.
One afternoon a storm was brewing, as was common,
and large drops started to splat from heavy-laden
summer clouds. Singin’ Sally was headed home from
the bus stop and just as she came even with our house
the skies busted loose a flood, with thundering cracks
and bolts that sent flashes slicing the blackened day.
Well, wouldn’t you know it, she sprinted up
to our front door and asked for sanctuary from
the storm. And Mom let her in!
There in our living room sat Singin’ Sally.
I couldn’t bring myself to step foot in there.
As inconspicuous as I could be, I peeked from
the hallway and stared. Mom was being kind
and hospitable and Singin’ Sally started talking
about the Lord and a lot of other jibber-jabber
I couldn’t understand. But in no time the storm
passed and Sally took her leave and continued
on home. I did admire my mother for her good,
Christian spirit and helping a neighbor…but gosh,
Singin’ Sally had been in our house.
Sam Peralta hosts us at dVerse one final time as he takes his leave to live his life. Goodbye Sam, I wish you well. He tells us of the beauty of prose poetry and encourages us to give it a try: http://dversepoets.com/2014/01/30/form-for-all-prosepoetry/