The Memory Thief

“Tell us a story!” said one of my son’s youngin’s

“What kind o’ story?” I ask

“I don’t know, something scary!”

“Something gory” said another of his youngin’s

 “Well, young lady” I says, “A child he finds

Shaken to her core

Curled up and shivering

On the muddy floor”

“This gentlemen he asks”

‘Who being you and who being this being who left you to die?’

“And the girly, she say’s”

‘I don’t know, when was this? Who are you and who am I?’

“The evidence is already clear

The Memory Thief is nearby”

“The Memory Thief

A horrid game he plays

He snatches kiddy’s memories and

Chance be he snatches the kids away!”

“Once his long arms curls around

A little ones neck

It doesn’t take long for that littlin’

To forget”

“Then, when the youngin’ asks”

‘Who am I?’

“The Memory Thief whispers nothing but lies”

‘I am your sister, father and brother. I am your uncles, aunties and mother.

I am all the friends and family you have ever known. I am the only one who has cared and watched you grown. Other then me, you are all alone. Now take my hand, and I’ll take you home’

“Kiddos, this clever fiend

Can take any shape

Lord help’s you if you take

The bait

He could be a lion, a wolf, something

From your worst fears

Or he could be a cat, a person, a

Beautiful women in tears

But when his true form appears

Well, so be your fate”

“That is” I finish saying to my son’s youngin’s, unless an adult is comin’, then for some reason the Memory Thief goes a runnin’, leaving the child knowin’ nothin’?”