Disclaimer: All characters belong to Janet Evanovich, I am just playing with them and I will give them back. Eventually.
Helen Plum's POV
I was still in shock.
My baby girl was dead.
I ignored all of the commotion,
And the words being said.
How could this happen?
This is not the way it goes.
Parents always die first,
Everybody knows.
Suddenly Frank's in front of me.
His eyes clogged with tears.
"Honey she's not gone,
Let's go ease your fears."
And then we're at the E.R.
At my Stephanie's side.
When they told us she was gone,
They lied, lied, lied, lied, lied.
I gently take her hand.
I pat her pale, pale arm.
I see she's safe again,
From any and all harm.
I told her I was proud.
For all that she had done.
That I accepted Mr. Manoso,
Because I thought he was "the one".
I held her hand for hours.
In happiness I wept.
She didn't hear my murmurings,
Because she soundly slept.
Someone tapped my shoulder.
Visiting hours were through.
I got up to leave and heard,
"Oh Momma, I love you."