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Can you see them run to me – arms wide and laughing, calling me, Mama: keeper of the stars, moon and hearts? Can you see them kiss away my pain, healing every hurt that’s ever marked me broken, dead or dying? Can you see them hurt me? When they curse me, flay me; ground me with their unformed anger and bravado-uncertainty until they fly behind doors, crying over what they’ve said – wishing they could take it back? O’, does that pride HURT! It stabs the chest and holds…holds…holds. Can you see them behind doors and feel their wishful hearts burn? Can you feel them loving me through it all? Love is not something easily hidden. Love like that breaks down doors – sees through them. Can you see my tears; feel the weight of them on your cheeks? They are yours. Where you are (past the furthest/closest door) can you see me in them? Can you see the love I kept hidden in my dark and painful dungeon? You never knew what he did to me – but deep down, I blamed you anyway. There was only you left, you see; always you. Can you see, I'm just like you? If you can see me, you know. And if you can hear me crying through this God Damned pen (all those notes – all those written sorry’s slipped beneath doors - you must have known that even at 37, I’d write you my heart in a note!) You, Gran/Mother, are my one and only regret. That for 7 years, I treated you like a burden, a bother, and a barrier. I treated you like you should have treated me – an unintentional intruder; like something taken, not given. But worse than that, I treated you like an acquaintance. Knowing how badly that must have hurt you, makes me want to be kicked in the face until I am unrecognizable; to the rest of the world, and myself. But life’s not like that, is it? No. You knew that, too. My baby boy has your nose, ears, and eyes. Do you think that if I whisper in his ear tonight while he sleeps (between you and me – at the doorway), you could hear me? Tonight, I will whisper love in his perfect ear (pressed up against heaven’s door) - maybe you will hear me say, “Indy…Gran, I’m so sorry. If you can hear me, please give me a sign so I will know you’ve heard me. I want to see you smile again – just one more time…please… let me know that somewhere, behind the door, you forgive me…” And in the darkness of his bedroom; the moonlight covering his small face like an angel’s kiss, the baby boy in her likeness, smiled.
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