A Poem for the innocent children who are told "To soldier on"
Dear God,
Tonight I see a midnight sky, stars ordered in brilliant disarray, the man on the moon, the little dipper, the big dipper too, the two star collections that Harry and I call the "mommy dream catchers."
Tucked in my bed, the smell of mommy's perfume lingering on my pillow, her picture in my hand, I anxiously wait for velvet bear...that is mommy's nickname for my big brother Harry....We do this every night just to peek for the shooting star, hands outreached, we giggle as we try to catch her..."Harry quick, that's her, see? That is mommy's sky message!" I close my eyes, make a wish and blow her a kiss, my lips on hers. Tender.
God, can she feel me?
Pensive and teary velvet bear gently rolls his head to me and says, "yeah silly goose, that's her." As I reach for his hand, I whisper, "I love you velvet bear, hold me tight on this starry night." Does Harry know his heart can cry too?
God do you see her, can you touch her? Please hold her tight, I am so worried she is afraid....she always left a light on. It's too dark outside for her....
I wipe his tears and kiss his cheek, solid soldier he has become, my hero. We soldier on. We do as we are told.
Our nightly ritual, secretly held, we know no one can bear witness so our dream catcher is on guard, our fingers entangle, a nest we make with hopes she will fall from the midnight sky, it feels so real. Mommy we are here, fall into our love.
God can you feel us, we are here.
A box of treasured memories hidden deep in our hearts, a lifetime of love and adventure cut short, abruptly torn from our souls. A locket of blonde hair, cards beginning to fade, tattered corners from my endless need for them. Every word locked in my mind. Over and over.
But God, we do as we are told, silent soldiers we have become.
A summer day, we water the butterfly tree......a gift from mommy...she is our papillion, we marvel at the splendor of her, her eyes would always twinkle when we shrieked at the first flutter creature of summer, we chase the whirring wings and softly the dance is done as she lands with ease, gently, so gently...butterfly kisses.....lash to lash, love to love, hope.
God can you see her fly? Unwrap her wings for me.
We crave her laughter, her tales of that silly spaceship that made us fall into the softness of our beds, my magic purse and songs so goofy we just had to dance. God please know that our stage needs more than two to Tango.
But we soldier on, clickity clak and rinny tin tin, rusty soldiers we become.....but we do as we are told.
God I am still so small and my world is a maze with thoughts of hope, candy floss, merry-go- rounds and simple things, my shoulders hurt, my feet ache, I can no longer soldier on.
We can no longer soldier on....please end our war, please hear our prayers, we can no longer soldier on.
Good night midnight sky. Good night mommy.
Love Skylar
Tonight I see a midnight sky, stars ordered in brilliant disarray, the man on the moon, the little dipper, the big dipper too, the two star collections that Harry and I call the "mommy dream catchers."
Tucked in my bed, the smell of mommy's perfume lingering on my pillow, her picture in my hand, I anxiously wait for velvet bear...that is mommy's nickname for my big brother Harry....We do this every night just to peek for the shooting star, hands outreached, we giggle as we try to catch her..."Harry quick, that's her, see? That is mommy's sky message!" I close my eyes, make a wish and blow her a kiss, my lips on hers. Tender.
God, can she feel me?
Pensive and teary velvet bear gently rolls his head to me and says, "yeah silly goose, that's her." As I reach for his hand, I whisper, "I love you velvet bear, hold me tight on this starry night." Does Harry know his heart can cry too?
God do you see her, can you touch her? Please hold her tight, I am so worried she is afraid....she always left a light on. It's too dark outside for her....
I wipe his tears and kiss his cheek, solid soldier he has become, my hero. We soldier on. We do as we are told.
Our nightly ritual, secretly held, we know no one can bear witness so our dream catcher is on guard, our fingers entangle, a nest we make with hopes she will fall from the midnight sky, it feels so real. Mommy we are here, fall into our love.
God can you feel us, we are here.
A box of treasured memories hidden deep in our hearts, a lifetime of love and adventure cut short, abruptly torn from our souls. A locket of blonde hair, cards beginning to fade, tattered corners from my endless need for them. Every word locked in my mind. Over and over.
But God, we do as we are told, silent soldiers we have become.
A summer day, we water the butterfly tree......a gift from mommy...she is our papillion, we marvel at the splendor of her, her eyes would always twinkle when we shrieked at the first flutter creature of summer, we chase the whirring wings and softly the dance is done as she lands with ease, gently, so gently...butterfly kisses.....lash to lash, love to love, hope.
God can you see her fly? Unwrap her wings for me.
We crave her laughter, her tales of that silly spaceship that made us fall into the softness of our beds, my magic purse and songs so goofy we just had to dance. God please know that our stage needs more than two to Tango.
But we soldier on, clickity clak and rinny tin tin, rusty soldiers we become.....but we do as we are told.
God I am still so small and my world is a maze with thoughts of hope, candy floss, merry-go- rounds and simple things, my shoulders hurt, my feet ache, I can no longer soldier on.
We can no longer soldier on....please end our war, please hear our prayers, we can no longer soldier on.
Good night midnight sky. Good night mommy.
Love Skylar
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