I'll imagine

mood: tired

craving: to hear my mothers voice again

Salam Alikom (Peace be with you)  to all my Muslim readers and Hello to all my non-Muslim readers. I pray that y'all had a great Jummah. Had a nice day with family and I hope to start blogging more, but I am so busy with other stuff it's hard. Have a wonderful weekend. I love the weekend, it lets me spend time with my family. Tootles. 

Last night my daughter turned to me and said, "Mom, you look a lot like Nana". I said, "Well she's my mom." She said,"The strange thing is, my Aunties and you are, like, all mixed up in Nana." LOL Cute. I laughed. About twenty minutes later she told me to read the poem she wrote. I said, "Oh no, am I going to cry?" She laughed and said, to read it. Well, the water works started with me. This little girl is so gifted. Now it's ya'll's turn to read it. 

Something for my Nana.

Maybe it was the picture of you that did it. 

Or maybe it was the memory... 

Yes, I don't remember much.

Not a touch of compassion,

not a gentle kiss,

not your arms wrapping around my small body and gently chuckling.

How could someone love me so much and then just leave?

I suppose it was the Will of God. And everyday I wonder:

What would it be like if you were here?

Would I hear your voice ringing throughout the house?

Would I smell your perfume on my clothes after you hugged me goodbye?

There are so many questions I have to ask and I know they can't be answered.

So I'll imagine.

I'll imagine us walking through an endless field of bluebonnets under that wide, azure sky while we imagine the clouds transforming into strange shapes. Hand in hand, we'll walk. And when we're tired, we'll sit on the cracked earth.

You'll pick a flower and say, 'See this flower? God made it. He made it different from the others; each petal, each leaf.' 

I'll stare at your hands stroking the smooth petals.

'Someday this flower will die', you'll say. 'But that doesn't mean it won't leave something behind that it loves very much. That's why it left part of itself in this world to grow. Just like you.'

'You'll grow into a different flower, but there will be a part of the original flower inside of you. You won't lose that connection. That single flower that you grew from will stay with you forever.'

I'll imagine you standing up and smiling. It ends there.

And somehow I feel better. I feel better, because I know I have something inside of me that you left behind... your love. 

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©Texan Teen

May 20, 2010

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