Her Scream

She did scream, the scream I heard

It was louder than most other’s,

I knew she could scream very loud.

I saw

She had burnt her fingers fidgeting burnt coal,

And sought the attention she does not usually attract,

She screamed aloud. She had hurt herself,

Her singed fingers needed repairs.

She wanted me

To apply the salve and cover the burn with lint,

In a day or two, new skin will grow;

She might not scream again.

My attention it was she wished to draw most.

I shall oblige,

How can I forget her now?

I will meet her again, and again.