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October 14

October 14th, 2008 · 10 Comments

October 14th
I remember that day when the telephone rang; a woman’s voice announced there was an accident
you were not breathingI jumped into the station wagon praying it can’t be, it can’t be
two miles seemed like an eternity

someone told me what happened that morning the monstrous machine fell on you piercing your brain
but I knew that you’d be alright

everyone rushed to the hospital but I stayed wandering aimlessly
trying to understand

I love the cornucopia fields the trees that huddled your home
the brook that rippled sinuously

I walked past the milkhouse where you poured warm milk from the cows each morning and night
sometimes spilling the white liquid
multitudes of cats and kittens would lap with soft pink tongues

each cow had a name and knew which stall was hers
at Christmas you and your wife exchanged gifts that said “From: Bessie” or “Goldie”
you loved your farm the animals the crops your family

the detective stopped by to investigate your accident I asked him if he knew what your condition was
with a kind voice he replied, “Didn’t you hear? He was killed.”
No-o-o-o-o! It can’t be he has four children a wife a farm
God can’t do this but He did

the birds stopped singing the breeze stopped blowing the brook stopped rippling everything stopped.
realization of death filled my heart overpowering every sense I had
nothing nothing mattered

days passed into months months into years I walk aimlessly brushing cobwebs from empty stall where cows once stood hungry cats prowl searching for warm spilt milk
a homemade birdfeeder sways in the breeze
the gentle brook whispers your name

Paulette West

Tags: A Bit Of Me

10 responses so far ↓

  • 1 oddybobo // Oct 14, 2008 at 5:41 am

    heart wrenching.

  • 2 Eric // Oct 14, 2008 at 6:30 am

    …. beautifully done by Ms. West….. and yeah, what Oddy said….

  • 3 zonker // Oct 14, 2008 at 7:32 am

    I like that one. Does a great job of capturing the feeling.

  • 4 Richmond // Oct 14, 2008 at 6:09 pm

    What Zonker said… :(

  • 5 Jerry // Oct 16, 2008 at 4:35 am

    Very well written. Hits close to home, eh?

  • 6 lil sis // Oct 16, 2008 at 9:25 am

    Made the trip to the cemetary. Drove by the farm. Weird thing was I’d swear it was the same day. Nice sunny day. Didn’t even need the jacket I had with me. Corn ready to be picked. Saw the flat fronted school bus. Talk about deja vu. When I got to the cemetary, there was even a funeral about 20 yards away. And when I was leaving, believe it or not, “I still miss someone” by Johnny Cash came on the radio. Strange, huh? I’d like to think he knew I came. I said hello for you, too. I still miss him. And I can’t wait for the holidays, cuz I miss you, too… :)

  • 7 kelly // Oct 18, 2008 at 5:44 am

    This was good. I don’t know who it was about originally..but it could be about anybody.

  • 8 T1G // Oct 18, 2008 at 7:42 am

    Written about my father, it was… but it could fit a number of local families.

  • 9 tree hugging sister // Oct 18, 2008 at 7:56 am

    Man.

  • 10 Abbadon // Oct 19, 2008 at 5:53 am

    Hugs, dude…

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