The Choice
It all started on a Saturday night, when I felt you are being drifted away; bit by bit hour after hour and minute after minute, I tried to convince myself that you won’t let go. You will not surrender, for that will be impossible. I held you close to me with tears running down my cheeks, not allowing death to enter your small figure.
Not for a second did I allow the idea of loss to fulfill my head. I am so attached to you: Your sight increases my joy, your walk makes me laugh, and your eyes create a certain dialogue between you and me that no one understands. All night long you were in terrible pain. It had been long since I prayed, but when my eyes got layed on your aching body, a crying voice came straight from my soul.
I talked to you said so many things, but yes I do understand that you were busy in pain, sufferness and ache…
I had to make my choice and let you go now. But, this time not for a walk, nor a ride but forever…Buried deep down in my memory and heart you will always be my 1st and not forgotten not even a little; not even a bit, not even at all.
P.S. I kept my promise.
I will always love you coff.
Forever will you own
a special peace of me,
Mommy
| Coffee |
| 9, June 2002 |
| Mirna |