You were there

Around 2009,

I sat on our favorite tree branch with the summer rays beaming down on my arms. It was the perfect picture for the missing spot in your scrapbook.

You had hoisted me up there.

Around 2013,

I walked into your farmhouse at Christmas ready for a night of food, and presents. I ran to living room to check out the tree, before saying hi.

You didn't even get a hug.

Around 2002,

My mom screamed out, while breaking my dad’s hand. The doctor opened the door, and let you in first. Your eyes filled with tears.

You loved me from the start.

Around 2015,

The shouts echoed throughout room and in my head. I sat crying on the coach as her shadow loomed over me. It was supposed to be a nice vacation.

You stood up for me.

Around 2006,

I ran down the hill and about tripped over my feet. I was the first one there, you were far behind. I jumped on the swing. I loved to fly.

You pushed me.

Around 2019,

I hugged you with cautiousness. Your frail arms wrapping around my body. My eyes turned to your water cup on the table, it was only half way gone. The tears started down my cheek but I wiped them away quickly.

You didn’t deserve it.

Around 2029,

I looked in the mirror all dressed in white. My mascara ran a bit. It was almost time to change my life. Hopefully for the better. I searched the aisle and saw every face staring at me. I felt yours too.

You were there…
Somewhere.

Inspired by Deborah Harding, "How I Knew Harold."