His calloused carpenter hands held my face still. Emotion took over his strong brown eyes. Time seemed to stand still as he searched for his words. His whisper grabbed hold of my very soul.
"Sweet baby girl, if I could takes pieces from my own heart and give to yours; I would mend your broken one, if only I could. A grown mature woman to the world; a sweet baby girl to me."
A sad tear slowly fell down my cheek. He released his hold from me. His eyes full of pain and sadness, he looked to the heavens.
"May God protect you baby girl." His hand took mine briefly as he stepped back from me. In slow motion he let go, turning; he walked away. I stood motionless as if a bystander. Even after the door shut softly and the footsteps faded; I stood silently still. His whispers still haunt me at night.
"Sweet baby girl." A sad tear slowly slips down from my face. "Sweet baby girl."
About Me
- SimplyNisa
- We never stop learning. Learning keeps your mind strong and your actions even stronger. A Free Lance writer, photographer and lover of life.
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