"What's that?" says the small child.
"'That' is a puzzle."
“Where does this piece go?”
“That’s the beauty of doing a puzzle. You get to figure out where the pieces go.” the spry uncle replies.
I will listen, I will be here.
“Can I help you?” She says.
“Of course, Remember the first time?” He replies, breathing heavily.
I will be here, when you feel like being quiet.
She places a puzzle piece on then grave. “I remember all the times I did a puzzle with you. You will be with me forever.”
Tomorrow morning if you wake up, and the sun does not appear, I will be here.
i really like this brittany!
ReplyDeletewow, this is so sad and beautiful. and there is so much depth of emotion in those few words. great job!
ReplyDeleteI very much like this Brittany. It's really really good. And agreeing with bekah there is a great depth of emotion in this!!! Well done.. :D
ReplyDeleteNice job, Britty!
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