Little Pink Bow
A single deep breath is taken
a soft sigh released
the key in the ignition
She could do this at least
the drive that took so long before
now swept by in a blur
she whispers words to calm herself
she must be strong for the girls
tiny faces swim
in the corners of her mind
their smiling faces bring her tears
she looks up demanding why
wanting to give
not brave enough to fight
something snaps inside her mind
saying this just isn't right
the front door opens slowly
the day has long since gone
her husband sits up in his chair
he knows that somethings wrong
he looks at her in fear
the question clear within his eyes
with no words to say she nods
he embraces her as she cries
two little girls walk down the stairs
wondering what was happening
they see their mommy crying
and soon they would join in
turning to her children
she opens up her arms
as they walk into her hug
she tells them what is going on
"Remember those pretty ribons
the pink ones your grandma gave?"
One by one the children nod
their expressions turning grave
"Your grandma was very sick
And the doctors tried their best
your grandma fought very hard
but now she needs to rest"
Tears fall down the mothers cheeks
her words choked off by her cries
as she tried to tell her tiny kids
that their grandmother had died
the littlest girl ran up the stairs
making her mother cry even more
but soon she came back down again
and gave her mom her little bow
the pink ribbon so smooth
the one that grandma gave
the little girl asked sweetly
if she could put it in her grave
Copyright © Anne Hessler | Year Posted 2015
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