Little Big Miracle

The house was passed on from father to son for generations
But I felt myself older than its aged plank floors and stone walls.
The extra heater glowed like a giant burning cigarette head.
I was planning my transfer from time to timelessness
when the sudden rustle awaked me up.
I charmed the light to the room from the switch.
In the middle of the floor was a mouse with its
forelimbs up like it was caught red-handed.
I took pity on it and immediately turned the light off.

After that I didn’t reveal my pattering roommate.
I was taken a fancy to and fallen in love with
when it started to eat a tiny piece of cheese
I set for it between the wall and the oven,
first far away into the hole but step by step in sight.
Our life turned into my wanting for tomorrow
even without the spouse.

When my last semester was almost done
I found my friend’s lifeless body on the living room floor.
Its scarlet fur flamed in the sunbeams
which came from the little gap between the curtains.
I put it into the big matchbox and carried the coffin
across the waving meadow to the edge of the forest.
I dug the grave where the ground was full of wood anemones.
I was a qualified culture secretary and it was in the heart
of the earth remaining as my little big miracle.
© Yelling Rosa
2/5 –15

PS Happened in the eighties

Our Level

All the miracles come from the heaven
Except those who already are here.
They can be seen at our level.
Yelling Rosa
© Yelling Rosa
2/20 –15

About Yelling Rosa

I desing home pages. In my spare time I read, write, play the guitar and hike. I have published three verse books in Finnish and recorded my songs. You can listen to them on YouTube. I have translated some of my poems on Yelling Rosa's Weblog. I also like to watch movies. Olen kiinnostunut lukemisesta, kirjoittamisesta, kitaransoitosta ja luonnossa vaeltamisesta. Olen julkaissut kolme runokirjaa ja laulujani on äänitteillä. Voit lukea runojani Yelling Rosan kotisivuilta ja kuunnella laulujani YouTubessa. Olen elokuvafriikki.
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46 Responses to Little Big Miracle

  1. sherazade says:

    What I read just now it’ s a “Little big miracle “.
    Sherazade

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  2. Beautiful writing.

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  3. sheldonk2014 says:

    When you read your words the first was to step back and think about a mouse in a whole other way, I even had to read this twice before I totally understood exactly what you meat,
    A mouse I will have to think about the creatures that are given to us by him and not for us to choose
    Thank you my friend

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  4. davidprosser says:

    Excellent prose. I’m with you and would have left the mouse little treats, I gather chocolate is a favourite.
    Hugs

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  5. Beautiful and gives Goose pimples to me!😄 thanks

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    • Yelling Rosa says:

      Thanks Martina
      You are not the only one😉
      It was a great little fellow
      Take care
      YR

      PS I don’t like to use it-word when I am talking about it but I don’t know if it was a boy or a girl so I don’t have a choice. There is no polite neutral personal pronoun for singular 3rd person in English.

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  6. Hi there. Lovely story! Thank you for stopping by and checking out my blog and liking my post. Most definitely will continue to check out yours!

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  7. sirpamononen says:

    precious poem. “as long as people think that animals don’t feel,
    animals will have to feel that people don’t think”, mahatma gandhi. so, you don’t have to worry about that…

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  8. Beautiful, absolutely beautiful.

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  9. newwhitebear says:

    Nice poem! Your words are too much deep and strong.

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  10. Mike says:

    Wonderful storytelling very much enjoyed. A lovely piece YR🙂

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  11. This reminded me of a mouse that we had in our share flat many years ago. It was so tiny, we all would leave cheese out and just watch it eat. We named him Milko, sadly our new flatmate did not realise Milko was our pet and set a trap one night…..Milko lives on in my heart, Thanks for the memories of the nineties for me.

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    • Yelling Rosa says:

      Hey,
      Thanks for commenting.
      I never gave a name to my pet. I called it “Arvon hiiri” which could be translated “Distinguished Mouse”. Not exactly the same thing but almost. They are little big miracles.
      Have a nice week🙂

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  12. Lovely story! It arises a lot of philosophical thoughts.

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  13. Bill says:

    “Except those who are already here.”

    Love that.🙂

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  14. Aquileana says:

    Beautifully penned Yelling Rosa⭐
    All the best to you!, Aquileana😀

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  15. Dalo 2013 says:

    Little-Big miracle indeed Yelling Rosa ~ wise words and a wiser heart you have. Wish you well!

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  16. Shelley says:

    Awww you made me actually like mice…. for a minute!

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  17. dilip says:

    Nicely written. Best wishes!

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  18. Alisha says:

    beautiful poem

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  19. Aquileana says:

    Hi again… I love your poetic insights regarding miracles… I hope you have a wonderful weekend. Best wishes⭐ Aquileana😀

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