Date:4-17-2008
Brooke's p.o.v
Silence consumes me and I am bored. I close my eyes and drift away to elsewhere. Lately there hasn't been any good exciting news. Everything is quiet on my part of the
world. Nobody is home so please stop knocking on my heart's door. Cherry blossom scarlet rose, bleeding crimson in God's country of poetry. Echoes great life changes
are on the horizon.
Scene: Brooke's Dream-Heaven
We are laying down in a bed of dying red roses. Tangled up in each others arms, we are out of harm's way. We look up at the ocean blue sky expecting to
catch the sunrise. I can make people and animals out of the clouds hovering above my head. "Mommy, this rose is for you" True smiles offering me a pretty
red rose. Kindhearted, True is one of the most cutest and sweetest little girls that I have ever encountered in heaven. Whenever I think about True, the song
called "True Colors" comes to mind. My gift to my daughter is a velvet soft brown teddy bear. True holds the bear so near and dear to her heart. Her hazel eyes
twinkle with delight in the same old haunting way mine once did. My daughter sees into my soul and all that I know is love. Our worlds collide, our stars remain
crossed forever until I break away from her. True walks in and out of my life like a ghost, an unborn pipe dream. A little voice within me says we will see each
other again someday. Meanwhile, a bright celestial light greets me at the end of the tunnel. I embrace reality with a bleeding broken heart.