Every day.

Every day.

A Story by Randall

I look for you every day.
I know, I'm not supposed to.
Since they took you away.
They buried you deep, where I could never find you.
Even if I found a shovel I was too small to dig that deep.

The day you came to live with us. 
I brought my wagon and pulled your suitcase and belongings
to our house from the bus station.
You said you would stay forever with us.
You stayed just over a year.

Then I watched you die, not really knowing why.
My mother, your daughter, sat by your side fanning you.
It was a warm day. 
I watched from the doorway as you took your last breath.
It looked as if you had fallen asleep.
I stayed for a while to see if you would wake. 

They came by train and took you to your wife.
My mothers, mother.
I never saw you again.
So, that's why I look for you every day just in case.   
  

© 2025 Randall


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The innocence of a child who doesn't fully know or understand death so he doubts himself. This is a sad but heart warming one with character all its own. I like it.

Second line: to not too. The periods instead of commas don't bother me.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


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Randall

2 Weeks Ago

Thank you, Relic. I'll have to look up the (to, too, two rule). When to use the one that applies. read more
Relic

2 Weeks Ago

Don't let it affect your writing. There aren't many here that will point out or even notice small er.. read more

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Randall

Chicago, IL