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Post by buffysmglover on Sept 16, 2008 18:45:23 GMT -5
(Enjoy!)
Darkness was churning in the sky. Tears fell on me, not a lie. I knew there was something terrible coming When Daddy ended his calm humming And took his hand away from mine To pull something from his hat As a promise that the sun would soon shine.
I grinned when I glanced at the paper bird, But when I sighted the train I couldn't utter a word. Confusion had shattered his grasp on me, But not to the extent of when I looked up to see A tear fall down from Mommy's eye. They hugged and kissed and it came to me That our hug was Daddy's last goodbye.
He'd picked up his baggage rather quickly. A nametag fell off; it read Charles Whitley. Mine and Mommy's tears matched the pace of the rain, Sniffles, a strange sound next to that of the roaring train. Already I'd noted my feeling of dread, Before there in my hands had been a brutal sight, Daddy's paper bird then appeared limp, soaked, dead.
His little girl, I'll always be, But he to me, just a memory, And memories at that young age do fade, As did the tears my eyes that day made. All I have left is what Mother tells me, The "Charles Whitley" on Daddy's nametag, And pieces of paper, a small pile of debris.
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