Holding her teddy bear,
peering through the door..
Step by step, blood fell on the floor..
She dragged her bear on the ground, listening to they same sound.. The sound of beatings,
cries and screams...
Tears rolled down her cheek,
as she watched her mother fall
to the floor. No expression on her face..
Out her father walked, slamming the door shut. The girl ran to her mother, who was still lying there.
Nothing was felt, but pain and fear..
"Mommy, wake up, you have to run..." The girl cried."Hurry up mommy, we can still hide.."
Lightening flashed against the window, there it was again,
that same sound..
But it was over, the girl looked around. There at the door, the angel of death, holding his scythe.
The child ran behind the curtains, trying not to cry. Instead she closed her eyes and decided to sing quietly...
Silence. A rip. And a scream,
the light stretched through the window, and no one was there.
The little girl came out from behind the curtains, crying. "Mommy, where are you? Mommy!"
The child fell to her knees and sobbed, this tragedy was more than being robbed. It was just her now.
"I'm sure I'll survive.. " She told herself, still crying. But some part of her didn't believe it...
The wind blew in through the window, and the image of an angel appeared. "It's alright.. My child.."
"Grandma, wake up!" the grandchildren said. "You fell asleep telling your story again!"
The old woman sat there, tears rolling down her face, remembering her treacherous past...
"So did the angel help you?" One of the children asked.
The woman smiled with the strength she had left, remembering the angel's beautiful face...
Then she sighed, "Yes.. Ever since my mother had told me.. It wasn't for the angels with wings, it was the Concrete Angel that saved me, and gave me blessings to live this long.."
She looked over at her daughter, smiling down at her children..
And to think that she was only 83...
And lived so long, to them, it was a mystery...
