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The worst is over now (Mama's view) |
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I cry, I weep, I laugh. I've never loved the news reporter as much as I do now. The words "It's over" have never tasted so sweet on my tongue, Like perfectly spun honey, filling my mouth With words of love and peace. I think it's going to be alright. Yes, the worst is over now! I run outside, my daughter in my arms, and fall right onto the grass. She laughs with me, although I'm sure she doesn't understand how wonderful today is. But she knows, she can feel the joy in the air. Before, I felt like I'd never be able to smile again, But here I am, laughing with joy. "I knew it, Mama," she says. "I knew it was bad, but I knew it would end, too." "How could you possibly know," I ask, "you are just a child." "What a thing to think, Mama! I understand tears. Everyone does. But, you know what? I understand laughter, too, and I knew it would come back to us." I laugh and cry at the same time and clutch my daughter, For she is wiser than I. How dare I think She wouldn't understand? At the very least, a child knows whether something is glorious Or malicious. How could I think so little of her? She squeals. I turn, and my tears flow even faster. For, who comes limping up our driveway and before us, But my husband, bandages wrapped around his arm and legs. "I knew this, too," my child cries. "Papa would come back! And he did, he's here!!" I run and hold him tight, crying into his shoulder. "Our child is wiser than this whole town, this nation," I whisper to him. "She is the only one that knew that this would end, not in all our blood, but only few." My daughter hugs her father, her tears staining his jacket. I should have known, just like my daughter. Yes, the worst is over now.
FN Pixie · Sun May 04, 2008 @ 10:27pm · 0 Comments |
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