You were my favorite niece, you know.
We had such good times together.
Browsing bookstores, second hand clothes stores,
like the one where I bought you that old floppy hat
with the blue silk daisy sewed on the hat band.
You were my little hippie. A cherished reminder of simpler times.
We ate Ben-to and bought cherry cokes and I bought you roller skates,
(the kind you had to have a skate key for and you wore it on your neck on a string).
Then, one day, the light in your eyes seemed to dim, to flicker and to go out.
You stopped enjoying our trips to the Hawthorne District and wouldn't eat Pizza.
Your wrists got thinner and thinner, as did your face, and your legs turned to
ugly pipe cleaner wire.
I asked you to let me inside, as you always had, to share your life and your problems. But, you slammed a heavy door.
I saw your skin turn translucent white, your hair began to thin and your wrists crisscrossed with blue lines,
barely kept a pulse.
No matter how I tried I could not find my little hippie girl anymore. My thoughts were all painful trauma and I could do nothing but grieve, and feel so stupid, because I could not reach you. I did not know how.
Then,one day, you were gone. The candle burned out and I was left in a blank, painful darkness, the likes of which I had never known could be.
A contest entry
- Make Me Cry by Blooming Poet.
1200 points, ended May 19, 2008, 21 entries
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Comments
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Lovely I have a hippy niece to at least she thnks she is lol
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This is so sad, you were going on about how wonderful she was and then bam she was gone. I am going to cry this is so sad.
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