Gripped in fear
Eyes with tears, my soul faints
What a life. Soliloquising all the way
Snow falling like a shower
Come to me! A strange voice whispered
Come to me!! it said again
I ran to mama who was walking miles in front of me.
Mama, are you calling me? I asked with expectations
No my daughter!, she replied wondering why i asked.
Deep in my thoughts i was like
Oh my God, it must have been papa.
Papa left us few days ago, to the cold hands of death. I found it difficult to contend with the fact that he was no more.
He always told me how pretty i was and how he'll protect me.
But now it all seemed like a dream.
Aww! Maybe i should have answered. I said to myself.
But could it really be papa?
The death calling the living?
I got more scared.
Mum rapped me in her arms as we already approached the house.
Truly wondering away in the dark could cause nightmares.
She sat by the fire. It was the first thing dad created in our new home after we moved from the east.
Sitting by it with mom reminded me of every moment we spent together as a family by the fire side. The stories he used to tell and the little prizes I won from him for answering some questions and being a good kid.
When will daddy come back? I whispered to mama
She smiled looking at me and said nothing.
I knew he wouldn't come back because when grandma died i was told she went to heaven and one-day we'll meet to part no more but since then i haven't met her.
Several thoughts still lingering in my mind on what life will be like without my hero, I feel asleep still thinking in my dreams.
I wish i knew he would go so soon, I would have been with him all day.
I missed my papa
