Standing there aside the pine stained door,
head hanging to her side with her long dark hair,
she turns to look at me.

Bloodshot eyes give way to the tears running down her cheek,
one arm against the stucco wall,
the other hanging to her side with the portable in her hand .

She stares into my eyes and the phone falls to the floor with echoing reverberation ,
Her lips red against her ashen face begin to move with no sound,
Another wrenching sob escapes in its stead.

The trembling beneath her transparent skin visible to my eyes,
Her chest heaving with cries of loss,
I kneel down to cradle her within my bosom ,
trying to protect her from what ails.

She turns her head upward and I see the golden flecks buried deep within her green eyes,
I have lean my cheek against her lips to understand what she tells me,
"Your father."

10/10/1992

Posted on 11/10/2002
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