Bump in the road

Through the parted covers, the moon peers in

To watch my little girl sit up in her bed staring silently,

Watching carefully the raindrops that fall from her darkened eyes

On her snow cold, porcelain hands.

 

The candle’s flame dances gently with her rosy breath,

Illuminating the way to her most hidden dreams. . .

She pulls a piece of paper from her mattress

Careful not to expose it to the light in fear it might disappear.

 

Through tears and pain she reads, as for the last time

Chocking sweetly at the names and the headings,

Squeezing her ring tighter and tighter against her necklace,

As pushing them both in the depth of her soul.

 

The note:

Mom- I love you. You have been so kind to me, and I would ask for no more.

The G’s- I love you too. Look after mom.

Dad- Thanks for never giving a s**t about me. you worthless piece of junk. Go back to your mother and f**k yourself. Stay away from Grampa and mom. It’s all your fault.

Wal-e – you’re my best friend. Forgive me. we’ll talk soon.

Blankie- don’t jump. It’s not your time yet. Your Dad might need you still. Help him.

Love- forgive me my love. I never meant to hurt you and I’ll miss you so much, my angel. I’ll look after you soon, I forgive you, please move on.

Everyone else: I will love you and miss you terribly. Forgive me.

 

Tears fall again, melting in silence, the pain away from her.

She watches her hands shake slowly and looks up at me.

“Is this the time? Please tell me it is, brother. Please.”

The urgency in her voice pulling the fear from her bone.

 

She stands and pulls me closer, towering above her I squeeze.

Damian comes too, and holds her tight, pulling her back to bed…

We sit on the edge, she lays under the covers,

She cries, we sigh and she cries some more.

 

“Please, don’t leave tonight.” Her whisper is a command.

“We wouldn’t dream of it, dear.” His voice sincere and silent,

His hand on hers and his lips on her cheek…

This is an image I never wished to miss. She tucks the paper away again.

 

“Dean, come to me please.” Her hand stretched in my direction,

The little one pulls me closer to her, she’s in the middle…

“Stay with me… please.” She buries her face in Damian’s shirt…

“I wouldn’t leave for the world. Have no worry, I’ll be here.”

 

“Will they ever forgive me? for leaving them behind?”

We wipe her tears away, and have her lie on her bed,

Damian’s hand pulled closer to her chest,

Her porcelain face, in my chest.

 

We pull her closer to us, inching closer to her,

Manage to pull her hand away from the place her heart used to be

And tuck her in, like we always do.

“Sleep, angel. Sleep. You’re safe tonight.”

 

“Sleep, we’ll be right here.”

The angel sleeps again, it was just a bump in the road.

 

Reviews

[Philosophile. (Maddy)]

You use vivid language, and I truly can't bring myself to depart from this. I gather she's dead, correct?