I walked up the stairs
and felt the clingy fingers grab my arm.
I suppressed a shudder and
pulled off the thin invisible fingers
of webs on my arm.
Like faded dreams of mother gone again,
brother come back.
Things from the past that won’t go away.
They tug at my mind and whisper in
They refuse to be put away – forever.
I dust and dust to keep it all clean, and yet,
at night, those spiders,
they come back again.