"It's So Hard to Let Go..."
By Digigirl
A gentle light has settled in the apartment, streaming in from the windows.
It's soft and silvery, coming from the bright cresent moon hanging in the
black sky. Thousands of stars shimmer up above, and I stand at the window,
wondering...waiting...dreaming...
The two things in the world most dear to me, have gone and left. I feel
empty and alone; my body is like a shell that holds nothing, for my heart
and soul are with my loved ones, my children.
I pause as I remember when they left. Beams of coloured light shone upwards,
and the kids-all eight of them-were slowly taken up by it. I remember how
I cried, and the sleepless nights that followed. I remember the pain, the
grief, the very thought that my precious children might not return.
I sigh, and push a strand of my dark brown hair off my face. Even now, it is
wet with tears. I feel the moon shine it's caressing rays on my face...it's
as though my son is wiping my eyes, telling me it will be alright. And the
even breathing of my husband from the bedroom...it is just like my little
girl is fast asleep in her bed.
I know they have gone to save the world, but still, it's
so hard to let go.
**A/N** Ah, short and sweet~! *g*;;;
By Digigirl
A gentle light has settled in the apartment, streaming in from the windows.
It's soft and silvery, coming from the bright cresent moon hanging in the
black sky. Thousands of stars shimmer up above, and I stand at the window,
wondering...waiting...dreaming...
The two things in the world most dear to me, have gone and left. I feel
empty and alone; my body is like a shell that holds nothing, for my heart
and soul are with my loved ones, my children.
I pause as I remember when they left. Beams of coloured light shone upwards,
and the kids-all eight of them-were slowly taken up by it. I remember how
I cried, and the sleepless nights that followed. I remember the pain, the
grief, the very thought that my precious children might not return.
I sigh, and push a strand of my dark brown hair off my face. Even now, it is
wet with tears. I feel the moon shine it's caressing rays on my face...it's
as though my son is wiping my eyes, telling me it will be alright. And the
even breathing of my husband from the bedroom...it is just like my little
girl is fast asleep in her bed.
I know they have gone to save the world, but still, it's
so hard to let go.
**A/N** Ah, short and sweet~! *g*;;;