The mad woman is what they call me
I don’t think I’m mad, at least not to myself, it seems.
I was deemed mad because I could often be seen laughing without known motivation.
Many had often wondered how to this place I came to be
But if they knew my oh my how they would scream!
My story began long ago in a land far away from the under bridge
In a town a flight away from the famous oil ridge.
Before the madness took over, I went by a name called Abeni.
The one I loved shared with me a private joke since his name was Benjamin.
From the east and from the west did our love come to be.
Ignoring the haters and naysayers, we settled down with ease.
Like people in love, we made love and soon the fruit of the womb was revealed!
And unto us a son was given and unto us a daughter was born
And unto us such happiness that nothing could ever destroy!
On the fateful day, the arsonist was loose
And to flames he set the homes with good views.
I had been driving home when the call came in.
“Abeni, Abeni! There is cause to weep!”
And so on the bridge, I sped out of control like a drunken bird
And flew straight into the net of the Lord Death.
Unlike my husband and twin children, I escaped an untimely death
Only to enter a fate that all would dread.
I began my walk home after from the hospital being released.
I walked and walked with a strange peace.
Entering my estate, my home was nowhere to be found
Then I remembered what memory the doctors had bound.
I laughed so hard so as to push away the tears.
I chuckled away all the memories that were far from dear!
I take myself to the bridge where the news was delivered.
Sitting there, the memories come back and I quiver.
I am all alone now
Gone are the days when my husband’s smile used to be just a mile away.
With such thoughts, I fall asleep.
I wake up with such thoughts
And with such thoughts, I repeat the actions of yesterday for an eternity.