Author’s Note: I met her at weddings and family affairs, not at weekend card games or shopping sprees, but Becky C. was a part of my family and her shocking and unexpected death still hurts. For Becky, her surviving husband and newborn son, I leave these words. A paltry thing to offer, but all I can give. I give special heartfelt thanks to vampiredust for helping with suggested changes for flow. ~ Red
Daisy chains and kisses lay littered on the ground.
Tiny fingers grip the hands of a man wearing a frown.
Hearts lie broken on a sea of glass.
Teardrops fall; silent sobs pass.
Eyes lift up to the sky,
whispers spoken from lips asking why.
Dreams were made, now they lie scattered about
whilst two hands try to figure it out.
He holds his head against clenched fists,
trembles and shakes not wanting this.
She stares down, her heart healed and complete,
from a hurt no one saw; no one could defeat.
No pain does she suffer, only joy does she see.
Though she knows her love hurts, this is what must be.
There was no survey or questionnaire to fill-in.
It was her time, now they must mend.
She’ll be there watching with love,
as tiny fingers and toes grow into someone
whose full of spirit, fight, and romance.
And one day they’ll all meet and once again dance.