A song press a memory closer

     Oh how soft words caress my ears, my memories. A
sway that enters deep inside to my spirit. Lifting.

      Oh hoping. Small words whisper in my thoughts.
Running high and demanding a voice. Here I sit
wondering if anyone can hear my whispers.

      Leaning back into the red cushions, I relax.
Holding onto a memory. Hoping for the unanswered
question to vibrate throughout. Rather not explain
it, though. Just the heart makes the eyes water.

      Tears are sitting close to the corners of my slate,
gray eyes. Still I hold them back. Fencing them back
deep inside of me.

               Still hoping. Still dreaming.

       Breathe. Breathe. A sigh escapes and still the
soul is shaky. How, why did this moment arrive? Oh
look away. Bring myself to my Bible. Seek out the
story of Esther. Have her courage to confront. To be
able to wave back the possibility of hurt. Be strong.

       A prayer to Jehovah. I am in need of you, dear
Father. Hold me tightly and push me back up.

                      Please. Please. Please.

       Hold onto the memory.  Push up from all that
sadness clings to. Press forward. Nod and agree with
me, that past has passed.

       Yes now I cry. My face reddens, becomes splotchy
but so worth the escaping of tears. I understand
that now.

       A shy smile sits on corners of rosy lips. Pulling
taunt high freckled cheekbones. Hear my words.
Soft. Sincere. Loving. Honest.

                    Me.