“MimiLou,” poem by Day Williams

MimiLou

Light bulbs talk back to MimiLou,
Who counts and skips the sidewalk cracks;
Her doctor is an alien
Who speaks in riddles with a knack.

She understands the sparrows’ songs,
Which she interprets for the ants;
The social worker recommends
She take a class in modern dance.

She pushes her grocery cart across
The street from parking lot to bench;
If somebody would hear her out
She’d teach them how to turn a wrench.

When winds blast loud and clouds grow dark
And raindrops herald coming storms,
The deputy can’t make her go
To the homeless shelter to stay warm.

“Please go,” he urges, then she tells
Where she concealed a homemade bomb;
“You’ve gone too far this time,” he says,
“I’ll have to take you in, Mom.”

~Day Williams