The Green Suitcase

 

Young Sofia slept and wept,

as every night mama's sobs crept-

into her room.

What did papa want?

Charging with a low grunt?

The shouts and screams only

added to her gloom.

Once again deep into night,

mama woke her after a fight.

Said mama, "Quick! Pack and

pick up your pace!"

Leapt Sofia to her friend -

a rusty old green suitcase.

Thumping hearts, throbbing pulse,

marked heightened sense;

Clinging to a gleam of hope,

they ran through darkness dense.

Torment, agony behind them,

to uncertainty they head

Gripping the suitcase slept Sofia,

earth was that night's bed.

Toiling through days and nights,

reaching north where there's snow-

To the land of dreams and hopes

they went, fleeing from Mexico.

In search of a better living,

hither and thither they had to race;

Tireless, stood by their side,

the adamant green suitcase.

Now time has passed, lives have changed-

young Sofia is of age

She lends a helping hand to mama

and draws a thriving wage.

Yet forever humbled are they by 

the experiences dark and cold,

As they glance towards the trusty

portmanteau of dreams and memories old.