DISCLAIMER THINGI: No, I don't own Kim Possible Yes, it is owned by Disney Yes, this is a poem, Yes, It really sucks. Another thing. this poem, will make you CRY! *sings Nelly Furtado's song "I will Make You Cry"* okay on with the sad poem. Also, this is totally K/R butum, ron dies :( so if you don't like that, leave this poem now! It's in Kim's POV!
(Watching) Right Beside Me
Tears come to my eyes. Why has this happened, why now? Everything was going great.
New baby, new nursery, new beginnings. It all had to end though. 'case even a former teen
hero, has the worst of luck. Remember the mirror I broke a few years back? well it seems like
it's years have just begun. Even though mine had already ended.
It seems now, I have no point to live. I should just die to be with you. Why hadn't I been
the one, driving to the store that night. Why did you insist you go? For why couldn't I
come with? I blame myself everyday. Why couldn't have been me? Yet at the same time, I think
of the baby. Inside me. I pray to god everyday, that no matter where you are, you can see your son.
"Mommy?" I'm so alone! "Mommy!?" It seems I have nothing left to live for! "MOMMY!"
Race down the hallway, to a small pink room. Inside is the clutter of a 4 year old child.
Teddy bears, Britina dolls, crayons, toys, coloring books. I walk to the pink bed, where a little
girl, with long blond hair is sitting up. "mommy, I had a bad dream!" I hug the small child.
"what did you dream?" "I dreamed that you went to the store, and you never came back, like
daddy. And you had to lay in the coffin bed thingy, and daddy was there, saying, "why
couldn't it been me?" Why mommy, I don't these dreams, I want them to go away, and daddy
to come back!" I look into the teary brown eyes of my daughter. And a little moment, I see your
eyes, your tears. Your here, inside of my daughter, inside of my son, inside of me. I know if I
had been the one in that car. The same thoughts I'm having, would be yours.
"do you want to sleep with mommy tonight?"
She nods, like little girls do. "okay, but you have to be good." "I will mommy."
11 Months later
"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Lara, happy
birthday, to you!"
The little blond pony tailed beauty blows out 5 candles.
Everyone claps. The wind picks up wildly, causing Lara to giggle. "silly daddy!" she
whispers lowly.
"Oh Kimberly, he's beautiful! What's his name?"
"Hunter." I told them "Hunter Ronald Stoppable"
"aw, named after his daddy."
"and how old is Hunter?" On of them asks in the red haired baby's face.
"7 months"
"aw" they all say at them same time.
I walk away from thee bunch of old ladies that surrounded me. Hunter gives me the
"Old people are totally creepy!" look that Ron used to give me. Brown eyes set the
look of perfectly. "mommy!" I look up. "Mommy, Hunter, Daddy, watch this!" the freckled
girl hula hoops while her blond ponytails and white dress fly in the wind. And I know
your really watching her. Me, and the baby. Because your watching, right beside me.
*tear*
(out)