Her father met her at the gate,
He hadn’t had too long a wait.
She had missed him way too much,
Longed to see him, to hear, to touch.
But coming was a very dark time,
For all of those she left behind.
Father asked, “Are you certain?”
She turned away, opened the curtain.
And peering through, she saw the rain,
That fell from them, from all their pain.
And she glimpsed her broken reflection below,
Answering her Father, “I just don’t know.”
“You are the only one to decide,”
And as in life, she did not hide,
Nor shrink away from that verdict,
Though difficult it was to pick.
“I really want to stay with you,
but I want to help those in pain, too.
Mommy, see her so sad, there below,
And all my siblings, full of woe.
What is it I can do for them?
Something that will help mend,
Their broken hearts, and ripping souls,
The aching of life’s death tolls?”
“Move amongst them, touch a cheek,
Be yourself, not mild, not meek,
Kiss your grandmas, uncles, aunts,
Enter their dreams, dance a dance!”
She turned back to the window pane,
And looked so sadly at the falling rain,
Then she smiled, and light filled her view,
The beauty of her that they always knew,
Shone upon them, drying their eyes,
Lifting their tears toward the skies,
They glimpsed her smile in the sun,
And in the wind they watched her run,
In the birds they heard her sing,
While around their hearts she placed a ring
To bind the two pieces broken in two,
To make them feel better than new.
She came to them, before they slept,
Kissed them gently while they wept,
Hugged them while in their dreams,
Filled their love to bursting seams.
She danced amongst them, watched them gain
Some so slight relief from their pain,
She made them smile, ear to ear,
Turned damp blurring eyes to clear.
And when, with a gentle finger,
She couldn’t stop the tears that lingered,
To be herself, smacked them and said,
“Stop that crying, you wafflehead!”
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