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The Waters Will Call
September 4, 2014
"I hear the waters calling me
And I know I must go."
Such an awful song...
The morning light seeps through the blinds
Beams of light begin to penetrate one after another to form dozens of rivulets
The rays choose to lay on the freckles of my face.
They dance and pirouette across either side of the pane.
It is such a beautiful day.
It is a great moment
A great feel, A great time.
But it makes me recoil.
To draw back,
To withdraw from the present situation
To stop listening. To stop feeling.
This might be my last time here before I pass on
I start to reminisce about my childhood
It is mostly the smell of my mothers' sweet scented pancakes that did it.
Oh the song.
She always sang it to herself when she would make pancakes.
"Oh, sweet river. Can I join you. Don't your waters ever get lonely," she sang.
It is the song that took her away
Away from me
And I miss her like time.
And the thing with time is once it goes
You can never get it back.
That's why I am certain
It must be her.
She became one with the water
Oh sweet mother!
Isn't that your voice calling?
"I hear the waters calling me and I think I know now that I must go."
Poor mama. Wait for me a little longer.
They said I have cancer
And it's the bad kind
So make this known to the waters.
To the rocks. To the costive flowing streams.
To every
I am joining you soon.
© Maria J., Phoenix, AZ
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