Her

i can see her so clearly blue eyes blazing mist falling the fog of the ozark mountains making the scene surreal each time a car past us i simply saw her shimmer she stood there until my husband arrived to meet us so i could go home earlier than i intended. she didn't know that i was sick to death to know how he was treating her the wisps of blonde hair danced and blew and wet tangled curls stuck to her head it was not because i was her mother, you know? but she looked translucent... an angel. i breathed sharp as i listened to her. you know what i mean... it is a snapshot in time that shall always be with me, i need no camera. she said "momma, i am going to have to leave him", almost like she needed permission to do so. she looked down, so sad..... i just tried to give her some of my strength; hugged her fiercely. she was only 27. my darling i will love you until the stars erase them selves out of the sky ... and even after i die i thought that everything would be alright. not so. the stars must have fell out of the sky when i was not looking. and....i didn't die my love has been complete and time standing even tho he killed her as surely as if he had taken a gun of his choice and blew her away. he took,....her children her money, her shelter even her food and the life she was trying to rebuild. the miserable creature who said she was not good enought married a new woman on the day that they were divorced. so now....for many years she was wandered here and there and really has no home. she lives in pods at different peoples' homes that love her. then she moves on in a cycle again. her life seems to be motivated by a fear she is unwilling to discuss. i know that she is certain that if she stops she will die. oh, God, i love her, i love her, i love her. by janetta