The Way the World Turns

Help me please, I just don’t understand

Why did you take her?

She was loving and kind,

But best of all, she was mine.

Why did you take her?

A mother, a wife, a sister, a daughter. Why whisk her away prematurely? Her life wasn’t ready to just up and be done; she had not even made it halfway. We need her now more than ever. For who will hold me when I cry, who will teach my dreams to fly?

Why did you take her?

Did you know that she promised to help me grow up? She had helped me take my first steps, but her job was not done just yet, for I need her here to help me curl my hair and pick out my dress for my very first steps, but in heels this time. I need her here when my heart breaks to pieces and to help push me to succeed. She should be standing by to tell me how to fix what I’ve broken, when to run, when to stand tall, and how to be the best me of all.

Why did you take her?

She promised she’d be better by Christmas, and then we’d make cookies and get so covered in flour we’d look like cookie monsters.  We never even made it to the Fourth of July.

You took her too soon.

I needed her hand to hold

To see her smile just one last time

To look into her eyes and just know that I’d make it through all of this with her as my guide

I wasn’t ready for you to take her.

I promised her that we would get through these moments together

That I could be there by her bedside in an instant

And I tried

I really did

But the traffic was stuck so I got out to run

I just wasn’t fast enough

When I finally burst through the glass double doors to the sterile germ house

I was too late

I knew I was too late

Her eyes were closed

Her breathe had stopped

Her hands had gone cold

All I wanted was to see her one last time

Hug her

Tell her how much she meant to me

To be held in her arms

To be told I was loved

But I was too late.

You took her too soon.

I should have run faster.