When you were little You fell down the stairs.
I was right there.
It happened so fast. One moment crawling near me, The next, you sat up and simply toppled to the side.
I scrambled to follow, Reaching out, trying to grab your little arm to arrest the downward motion.
You hit the bottom and started to cry, And moments later,
I was right there.
I picked you up. I felt your limbs. I held you close until your tears And my heart Slowed down.
This time I did not see When the fall began. Already four steps down you were, but still
I stretched my arm as far as I could. You would not take it. You called it “bad faith.”
Now I’m watching, helpless again As you fall down the stairs
This time yelling at me all the way
To let you go.
April, 2023
Beautiful. I'll never stop reaching out and praying she grabs my hand to help her out of this. Never.
Thankyou for your response I will hold on to hope and I will never stop. Also to you and your daughter my most fervent wish is that they are all saved from the brink of this madness.