1"DINNER!"
A mother of two sons.
At least now.
The cry brought not two.
But three.
The third summoned
Found no place for herself
And wondered why.
She merely stood.
Dinnertime prayers commence
Shock and confusion
Emotions felt
For she heard her name in prayer.
For her this would not be abnormal
If listed under
"Dear Lord, bless this, our family."
Instead she looked
Out the clear pane
Between her and the world she knew before
And saw not only the swing
Where she sat as a child
And grew into the teenager
That she thought still existed
But a new appearance.
A heart shaped stone
A granite stone
Shivering in the snowy surroundings
She pressed to the glass
But felt no pressure
And thought naught of it
Slow approach
And finally reached
The marbleized granite fear
Sure enough
There engraved
Her very existence
Freezing there beneath
Her swing
Her childhood
The one place she once found comfort
Was placed a mourning, crying stone.
Mortified she turned
Facing the cold unfelt glass
That felt her invisible touch moments before.
She was gone.
She knew now what she was
And what she was not to be.
A transparent tear fell
Hit the stone
And disappeared into a mist
As fast as it had come.
They were healing.
Moving on.
And now she knew she would be left behind.
And she let go.