Small yellow car
We waited in front of the hospital for almost three hours
They were waiting to make sure my little girl would never cry again
The nurse brought out my sleeping girl, bandaged and wrapped in a clean white diaper
The nurse put her a pink ribbon to make her look prettier
I fainted when I saw her being placed in a small white casket
We set off in our neighbor's little yellow car
We wound our way through the mountain road
I listened and leaned on the back seat
Nothing was heard, even the engine of that little yellow car was not too loud even though it was uphill
I asked our neighbor to stop
He stopped so I could listen again to see if my little girl was crying in the back seat
The neighbor continues to drive without saying a word
I became a father that day
And my little girl saw the world
She didn't feel like it in this world
It was almost dawn and we arrived in front of the church near the local cemetery
A chubby monk and a wispy churchman awaited us
We have prepared everything, said the monk to my father
They wanted to tell the churchman to take me somewhere
I didn't want to, I wanted to see my little girl off
I fainted again when a bottomless black pit opened before us,
They poured water on me, the churchman sat me down on the neighboring grave
I was silently looking at the white stone angel
I staggered towards the exit from the cemetery without tears or sobs
Goodbye my beloved baby girl
- Author: falcon_mn ( Offline)
- Published: September 12th, 2023 18:14
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments2
That's sad, if true.
It is unfortunately true.
I passed through this!
I found I had never really experienced love until I held my newborn daughter for the first time.
I can't imagine the grief of losing such a gift.
My sincerest condolences.
Isaiah: the righteous are taken and no one considered they taken from the evil to come.
I don't want to preach, maybe some comfort.
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