Small yellow car

Small yellow car

 

We waited in front of the hospital for almost three hours

They were waiting to make sure my little girl would never cry again

The nurse brought out my sleeping girl, bandaged and wrapped in a clean white diaper

The nurse put her a pink ribbon   to make her look prettier

I fainted when I saw her being placed in a small white casket

We set off in our neighbor's little yellow car

We wound our way through the mountain road

I listened and leaned on the back seat

Nothing was heard, even the engine of that little yellow car was not too loud even though it was uphill

I asked our neighbor to stop

He stopped so I could listen again to see if my little girl was crying in the back seat

The neighbor continues to drive without saying a word

I became a father that day

And my little girl saw the world

She didn't feel like it in this world

It was almost dawn and we arrived in front of the church near the local cemetery

A chubby monk and a wispy churchman awaited us

We have prepared everything, said the monk to my father

They wanted to tell the churchman to take me somewhere

I didn't want to, I wanted to see my little girl off

I fainted again when a bottomless black pit opened before us,
They poured water on me, the churchman sat me down on the neighboring grave

I was silently looking at the white stone angel

I staggered towards the exit from the cemetery without tears or sobs

Goodbye my little girl

 

Reviews

[Brett Moore]

Oh, wow. My heart hurts. There's so much real life crammed into this. The details really ground the pain. The loud engine that you don't hear. The ribbon. Jeez, the ribbon set up to the casket almost made me cry. Again, the way you bottled up this moment is incredible. It's a beautifully written eulogy.

[Arundass TP]

Lots of beautiful events you covered in this poem. Good work.

[John the Baptist]

A heart rending piece here. Such things do happen and we can't fathom why. Life is indeed a mystery.