Friday, November 11, 2011

No Answers

Slowly, I walk closer, approaching the pond where we usually sit...our pond.  Our special, secret place.  Side by side, I take a seat next to him with my arms wrapped around my knees, "Papa, I don't like this place I'm in.  I'm so sad. All the time, I'm just so sad..." tears burst from my eyes as I hands rush to contain them.  Tenderly, he slips one arm beneath my knees, wrapping the other around my back.  Lifting me into his lap, he tightens his embrace about me and rocking forward and backward, he begins to cry.  Even in our sorrow, we are not alone.  "Papa, I don't know what to do.  Sometimes, it hurts so bad I feel that I could cry for days without notice of the time.  I just...I just...I just don't know.  I'm just hurting.  Papa, oh Papa...Papa.......Papa..."  I love you. ...I always love you.  Baby, you are so special to me.  I could never let you go.  Can I hold you in my arms forever?  I want you here, like this, is my embrace.  I want to see you smile and laugh.  I want you to share your heart with me, raw & vulnerable.  Will you let me love you?  Because...I love you so much.

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