PUZZLEPIECE

A spoken word.

Picture this.

A little girl and her sister are sat down on the couch,

Their grief-stricke mother with pain in their eyes tells them that their life will change forever.

Flash forward and the little girl is sat at the front of the church.

All around her black, pale-faced spectators watching her every move,

Pity in their eyes as they shake their heads with knowing looks,

From one side to the other.

They tell her "he's in a better place",

And she thinks "why"? when the only place she ever wanted him to be was with her.

The priest speaks;

About the power of God

And how he loved the world so much he sent his only son

Then he goes on to speak about the man's life

As if a person's life could be summed up within a matter parables and verses,

From Matthew, Mark, Luke and John

Then she finally sees him.

The man who held her when she cried, eased a smile onto her face, drew away the monsters.

There he lay in a shiny wooden box with roses on top,

What a beautiful confinement.

His face was somewhat paler-

Different, distant.

"Why did he feel so cold?" she thought.

"Too young to really know what was going on", is what they would say,

How sweet is innocence?

She learned very quickly that time doesn't stop for anyone.

Kids will go to school, adults will go to work

And everyone goes back to their mundane, routined lives.

She learned that every father's day ,

A card would be made but never delivered.

She learned very quickly that life wasn't fair.

Sometimes people were given pieces and others were given wholes.

She learned that her sister still wears his sweater because it smells like him,

And her moother won't clean the basement of his things.

She learned that everyday she forgets a little part of him-

His voice has faded

His face blurry -

Even though she tried her hardest not to.

In her short years of life she knows and accepts the fate which was handed to her.

Of all these things they've even made her stronger

But she still finds herself longing for her presence.

And she can't help but feel.

As if a piece of the puzzle is missing.

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