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24  PROMISES 

Waking up in the arms of fire.
Ashes all around, burning  picture frame.
I see nothing, the night is dark as can be.
I look up and see my father crying over me.
At this moment, I'm confused.
"AM I DREAMING!"
"AM I!"  

I feel and see the tears falling from his eyes.
Without hearing him talk, 
I PANIC ~

~At this moment. I feel my whole world collide~
Trying to talk, he whispers words,
Saying,  "It's your mother!"
He mutters, them words I don't want to hear.
"NO DAD DON'T TELL ME!"
"NO DAD DON'T TELL ME!"
My heart drops onto the floor.
One long drop, I can feel everything in me wake up.
My blood is rushing, my bones can't stand still.
These tears, falling from my dad are real.

*I'm not dreaming* ANYMORE!
Without caring to put my shoes on,
I rush into my car and make it to mother's house.

The hours began to drag.
I got to see her lifeless body on the floor, 
The paramedics setting her onto a gurney. 
I jump on the ambulance,
Yelling at my mother to wake up.
"WAKE UP!"
"WAKE UP!"
She can't hear me,, cause I'm crying. 
At this moment, every minute felt like an hour.
**I actually felt eternity, just by holding her hand.**

Arriving at the hospital. 
I try to pull myself together.
Now her body is attached to life support.

I'm thinking she will pull through.
She always pulls through.

I closed my eyes, and told God, 
I know I don't believe in miracles, nor will I ask for one,
Don't take her today or in that way.
Let her go on her own.
My eyes were close so tight,
God allowed a vision in my mind.
"My mother waiting for me on the other side"

I refused to let them remove her off LIFE SUPPORT.
Leaning over her lifeless body.
I whispered one thing into her ear, 
I told her, my son's birthday near.
I told her you never were there for me,
Stay for his birthday, then set yourself free.

Hours, and hours past, she made it the first day.
Another 24 hours past, she stuck around another day.
Another 24 hours past, now it's my son's birthday.
Not another hour past, she decided to go her way.

She left without saying Goodbye...
I cried, 
Ever since that day, something inside died.

by;p.d.
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