Happily Dreaming of After

Posted: March 15, 2011 by britnimishelowe in BritniL

Mom use to hold me

her eyes filled with amusement.

Beauty an the Beast laying on my lap,

as she’d change Belle’s name to mine.

I adored her,

falling asleep in her arms.

Time goes by fast

like a flame touching a dry piece of paper.

Life changes

before your uwilling eyes

and no matter how many times yo pray to go back

-it doesn’t work.

It can not.

Never did I think that she would fall

never did I want to see her cry.

But I did, she did.

Mom use to hold me

it’s funny how we’ve switched positions

Funny in a sad way

No humor in it at all.

Just hurt.

Pain.

Sadness.

My eyes are sore from crying

she tells me to hold onto mychildhood

I don’t think I want to.

I just want to find a cure

and with her hand run away

from life

into the unknown where she doesn’t hurt.

Where she can laugh without holding er side.

where she can smile with happy tears

spilling from her eyes.

Where she is holding me

blue eyes radiating with love

whispering,

“and they lived happily ever after, goodnight my angel.”

Where she is safe…

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