• joyjoy 9w

    A letter in hand

    It was morning then
    The sun rose
    Seeping through her blinds
    Glazing her room
    With a buttery light
    Rousing her from
    Her dreamless sleep
    Warm in her bed
    She she enjoyed
    That feeling of being relaxed.
    Breathing easy, slow
    Drifting, inhaling
    Floral scents from
    Outside her bubble
    Mixed with scents of bacon
    And coffee.
    It's felt so good
    To just lay there
    Feeling safe
    In the support of her bed.
    With no tension
    No worries
    No pressure
    Between worlds

    It was on the platform
    Waiting for the train
    She thought she saw her
    Standing in the crowd
    Someone passed by
    And the moment was gone.
    It couldn't have been
    Could it?
    Afterall it had been years
    since her passing
    A little boy
    With a toy drum taptaptaptaptap
    While she waits
    Taptaptaptaptap
    She looks down the tracks
    Taptaptaptaptap
    Waiting, wondering
    Today is like no other
    Taptaptaptaptap
    She feels it
    The anticipation
    The excitement
    The winds of change
    Have arrived
    Bringing with it
    The train

    Once boarded and settled
    She scans the crowd
    And there she is again
    A glimpse of hair
    I flash of face
    Her mother?
    How could that be?
    Yet something was different
    Her fashion was cooler
    Her countenance foreign
    But familiar.
    Feeling creepy
    She averts her eyes
    Looking out at the world
    Sipping the coffee
    In her hands,
    Mmmm just the way she likes it.

    At the next stop
    The train empties
    And her eyes wander
    Across the car
    She sees her again
    A clear view this time
    Eyes meet eyes
    And the other woman
    Grins from ear to ear
    The girl taken aback
    Looks around and finds
    She's the only one there.
    Looking back
    This woman who is much
    Older than she
    Is approaching.
    Definitely not her mother
    But seems like she recognizes her
    As she is rushing to her
    Like you would to a long lost friend.
    The woman pulls her into a full embrace
    Seemingly oblivious
    To how the younger girl is feeling

    "There you are," the older woman says,
    "Here I am!" Echos the younger one.
    "I've been looking forward to this"
    "You have?" Asked the younger one confused
    "Yes, you see when I was a young girl, just like yourself, I was on a train one day. On that special day I met a woman who hugged me and gave me a letter. Today is that day for you! Do you have any questions for me?"
    Stunned the girl asked her questions
    They had a long conversation
    At the end, the woman kissed her cheek.
    And placed the letter in her hands along with a gift. Please tell me your name asked the girl.
    And the woman told her.
    "But that's my name."
    The woman smiled larger and her eyes twinkled in the sun light as she stepped off the train.
    The girl looked down at the letter still in her hands and read it.

    It was morning then
    The sun rose
    Seeping through her blinds
    Glazing her room
    With a buttery light
    Rousing her from
    sleep
    Warm in her bed
    She she enjoyed
    That feeling of being relaxed.
    Breathing easy, slow
    Drifting, inhaling
    Floral scents from
    Outside her bubble
    Mixed with scents of bacon
    And coffee.
    It's felt so good
    To just lay there
    Feeling safe
    In the support of her bed.
    With no tension
    No worries
    No pressure
    Between worlds

    But now it was time
    To get up
    So she did
    Empowered, invigorated
    And ready to take on the world
    With letter in hand.
    ©joyjoy