- It's more of a story, in a poetic form. I hope you like it. -
I could count on her, whenever I felt sick.
She would make me peanutbutter-sandwiches,
or lemon chicken on a stick.
I remember one time,
I woke up, delerious,
but felt surprised to note her absence.
I thought her to be abducted by aliens,
as I scampered down the hall.
The crowd grew thicker and tall,
the moment I reached her bedside.
First straight forward, then left
after the bricket wall.
"Mommy, Mommy, I am sick!"
I recall yelling to the strangers.
They stepped aside obediently,
their heads low,
I couldn't see their faces.
They were all red in their eyes,
like demons,
I avoided them counterwise.
Then as I found,
my flower in the hold,
enveloped in blankets, sheets,
and other layers of old,
she shushed me for not sounds to come,
and hurt her ears.
She asked me to kiss her
and be brave.
And I remember being the knight
to lead the aliens,
in sincere but outmost fright.
I hugged her chest extremely tight,
hoping that would take her mind,
off the dangerous flight,
"Don't go, please, Mars isn't safe!"
"Oh no," she calmed me, -with
those twinkling stars in her eyes-
"We'll both go to a heavenly place,
a castle in the clouds.
But I'm leaving sooner,
to see to it there's place for you,
my precious little princess,
don't be worried nor be fooled."
I smiled indignentally, unknowing,
and nodded my approval.
She smelled of rosemary and lemon,
the time I fell asleep.
When I woke up,
pain and sobs rumbling through midnight's eye,
I noticed her gone, without saying me goodbye.
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