It wasn’t cold, like I thought it would be
It was warm, like slipping underneath a thick sheepskin at night
Surrounding me,
Telling me it was ok to let go
I could see shadows as I struggled to keep my eyes open
and my senses awake
I fought, mostly for my father
He wasn’t ready to leave me yet
My body had hardly begun to change from girl to woman
but it felt frail like a woman who had many children
and grandchildren
I knew I would never bear that gift
I would never know the love of a husband
I would never have a home of my own
I would never see another bright full moon
Or taste a grape, sweet and bursting from the sun
My time was up
I was going home
I felt a hand, rough and familiar, touch my face:
Daddy
I heard him weeping
He wasn’t ready to lose his only daughter
His baby girl
I am sorry, papa
I tried to whisper, but my words couldn’t form
It was so warm
I was floating
….
The weeping faded
Silence….
A glint of light beckoned me and I felt myself lifted
I began to soar upward like a bird
Then, as if my wings were heavied by rain
I was pulled back to the ground
by words
Soft but firm
Lovely and dangerous
Echoing in my very core
Spoken across realms of reality
Aligning my spirit back into my earthly body
“Little girl, arise.”
Someone I had never met,
But knew instantly
I wasn’t home, but I was home
Back to my earthly reality
His warm eyes brimmed with tears
As he smiled from my bedside,
His hand in mine
I felt a surge in my body, like energy from the sun’s rays
and I knew my disease was no more
I stood up
My legs strong
My heart beating
My father rushed into the room, tear stained face, eyes as big as the sea.
He gasped
I dropped the hand of my healer and ran to him
He picked me up like a small child
and swung me around
Weeping,
Only for joy this time
Ah, …..Brooke, this is a major leap ahead in your writing,! A sensitive, beautiful, and poetically paced piece It touched me deeply, and more deeply the second time I read it! I look forward to more like this…..
Dad