Red Blanket
The wind was howling
The trees were growling
I'm torn between polar opposites of emotions.
One part of me this memory makes my skin crawl and there’s lingering grief that holds a seat at the dinner table . Then there’s the other half of me that is filled with some comfort that my cousin Brittany was present for my birthday .
When I was in second grade my cousin appeared with her husband at the time to be present for my birthday celebration . She sang like an angel. The harmony was untouchable . I’ll never forget her voice, the voice of an angel . She would play the piano and it would echo beautiful melodies through the hallway into the kitchen. A familiar sound I grew up with in my aunt's home. My mind is stuck replaying this memory when I hold this beautiful soft blanket in my hands . I think of her. The hearts represent her kind loving spirit, the softness of the blanket represents her tender caring heart . Her life was taken away like quick sand . This was the first and last time I saw her . I met her husband the same day too. There was tension in the air at the end of the night that you could cut with a knife ,this gave me a fright. There was discomfort in my body telling me something wasn’t right . Even as a little girl my intuition was strong and I could see he was the dark cloud dimming her light. Eventually her light was blown out from the overwhelming darkness of his spirit . She tried to escape him but he couldn’t let her go and may 10,2011 she had to say goodbye . A man filled with greed and jealousy couldn’t live without this light so he took her away from everyone she loved, everyone she knew . I still hear her voice in my head distant now but her memory and essence will rain true .She’s forever 27 .
My angel in heaven.
Copyright © Kaitlyn Elam | Year Posted 2025
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