It seemed the plum trees
were already in bloom
but when I picked a branch
what fell—so much like flowers—
~ Izumi Shikibu
January snowed gently under the Wolf Moon. My Human watched her garden through glass, her eyes swollen with recent loss.
“She needs to see me.”
the voice that turns life into memory and bone.
“Let me show her that I’m here.”
“You don’t know my Human.” My
words were a growl that shook snow from branches.
world won’t be changed for the sake of one.
The Universe was pulling me
away. I pulled back, held on to ropes made of love and tears, turned myself
into memory, pushed it into the Universe. “See my soul. See her.”
From a snowy garden, a lifetime away, I see my Human for the first time. Her mouth says, “Our house isn’t big enough for all this energy”. But her soul, the truest part of her, sings, “She’s an angel—alive, happy, family.”
Years after, I’m falling from a
boat. Water hits my belly, fills my mouth, steals my breath. But my Human’s
arms embrace me. We struggle, but she makes things right.
Then, I show the Universe my
Human and me around the house, living and doing, being the shadows of each
other’s souls. Together… always.
Enough. The Universe stopped my memory reel. If you are to her what she is to you, she will know you never left.
“She knows. I just want her to
are snow and breath and moonlight. She won’t see you.
The Universe sighed.
I sprouted as a snow tree in
My Human ran to the garden,
reached for a snow blossom, I crumbled. She sobbed.
“No,” I said to the Universe, after my Human began to laugh through tears, her warm fingers tracing Angel on snow that used to be a tree, that used to be me, “I told you.”
photo by Kristine Cinate, on Unsplash
I wrote this short tale a handful of years ago, for a friend who had
just lost part of her furry family. Since October (and All Hallows’
Eve) always leaves me thinking about loved ones
who no longer breathe in our world, sharing it today felt just right.
- for Poets and Storytellers United--Writers’ Pantry #91: Musing on the Factual and the Imaginary.
It's just beautiful! And so wise.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Rosemary.Delete
this is so beautiful and makes me cry...ReplyDelete
I hope the tears were cleansing tears.Delete
Thank you, Debra.Delete
An exquisite write, Magaly ... deeply touching and yes, bringing tears to my eyes.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Helen.Delete
Well, that was beautiful. I'm not getting ready for bed with wet eyes and a lump in my throat.ReplyDelete
I hope you had nice dreams.Delete
Beautiful and touching tale, Maga.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Khaya!Delete
Damn, who's chopping onions around here?ReplyDelete
It seems there has been quite a bit of onion chopping around this tale.Delete
If you find the choppers, send them my way.Delete
This is beautiful, exquisite writing. The story will bring tears to the reader.ReplyDelete
what is left may be 'memory and bone', but we will always sense their presence.
What an exceptional write, Magaly. You have such a beautiful soul that shines through in your work. Blessings.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Bev.Delete
Oh oh oh the depths of protestReplyDelete
"“You don’t know my Human.” My words were a growl that shook snow from branches"
Thank you, Gillena.Delete
oh gosh, this is almost like two stories in one. After falling from the boat, I thought they had become as one. Both angels. But no. The story continues. One just cannot argue with the Universe! You always delight me, Magaly.ReplyDelete
I am so glad for your delight, JC!Delete
Just for youReplyDelete
Strands of white hair will do.
Yes! I'm getting my party boots on.Delete
Such a lovely story. I love the dialogue and the wisdom it contains.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Myrna.Delete
No words, cannot even tell you how deeply beautiful this is. I have been feeling emotional lately..and this both cut me and healed me in all the spaces within my being I needed...thank you. You are a true artist on every epic level a soul can travel to touch another form afar. Thank you Magaly for being you.ReplyDelete
It takes a soul-toucher to know one, my dear Victoria.Delete
So beautiful! Big Hugs!ReplyDelete
Hugs and kisses to you, my Stacy.Delete
So beautiful! <3ReplyDelete
Thank you, Jenna.Delete