i write this one for you.
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8. L dogg:
your an old man sitting in your rocking chair outside carving sticks an thinking back on your life... describe your thoughts.
the thunder splits the sky - the rain that the clouds bore
falls heavily to earth, and there stands an old man in its downpour
he’s in his final days - still struggling his way to get home
in a bereaved minute of disparity, he kneels in his wet clothes
and embraces the drizzling rain for yet another lonely day
while his left hand slowly trembles over the golden photo frame…
flashback
it’s the winter of 64, i stand on the sidewalk with my eyes closed
feeling large flakes of crystal brush my face as i hold a white rose
we had dinner reservations for two - it was now two fifteen
but she was probably perfecting herself to make sure she looked pretty
suddenly she appeared from a side road, she spotted the white rose
and her eyes froze - god - she looked so beautiful in her nice clothes
she finally stepped forward and all i wanted was to let her know
how pretty she was, but she staggered as the heal on her stiletto broke
she fell on the road - then grabbed her slender ankle before
she looked up to see me, but was met by screeching brakes and a car horn…
…i ran into the road, held her frail hand and felt her addled breathing
i drew her head to my chest as she painfully whispered, “please don’t leave me”
so i sat with her - holding her - then felt a jump inside of my heart
so i sat with her - holding her - and watched her die in my arms
flash forward
it’s now the winter of 69 - the streets are bathed with white
while i’m going from job to job - unable to sustain a life
it’s been five years since i lost my wife, and during that lousy time
i’ve had thirteen jobs - each of them doing as much damage to my pride
as the previous one - but my current job makes me sick -
i wear a large santa suit and a fluffy white beard that chafes my chin
i’m seated in the corner of the mall - unable to stop thinking of her
but i’m only doing this to buy my son the gifts he deserves
cause i know it must be hard for him to have no mother by his side
yet he always manages to wear a brave smile each day of his life
all of a sudden i see him pass by with his friend and his parents
suddenly he stops in the centre of the mall - motionless - staring…
straight at me - then bolts forward without stopping to speak
he jumps, wraps his arms around my neck and hops on my knee
i cough - stutter - and put on a voice so he doesn’t know it’s me
i stare at him - force a fake smile - then open my mouth to speak
“ho ho ho, little boy, what would you like for christmas?”
“i’m not selfish, sir, that’s why i got only one thing on my wish list
it’s not a toy - a game - or a gun with a blaster rays
it’s just a wish to see a pleasant smile upon my father’s face
cause ever since mommy died - he’s never been the same
and i couldn’t bare to see him slowly die inside from day to day…
…for the rest of his life - and i wouldn’t even bare to think it
so please just grant me this one wish for Christmas… please”
so i placed my arms around him - trying to hold the tears back
then leant forward and whispered in his sweet ear that - “i’ll do my best”
and ever since that day - i would smile and never frown for him
so i hope he knows that when I’m gone - i’ll always smile down on him
most of this story applies to my best friend, who’s mother died from a car accident when he was a child, so i wrote this for him cause i’ve been friends with him since forever. rip mary smith, i hope you know how much we love you.
