Comforting Vision

Care

 

And. Just. Like..that.
Her beautiful eyes flew open. The fever just barely noticeable in the sweetest pink of her cheeks.
“I saw it.” She whispered so gently that I almost didn’t hear her, with so much suddenness that I jumped a little in my seat by her bed.
“Nana, what?” I grabbed her hand, even though it pained me to monitor how thin it was getting over the days.
“I saw it…”
“Really?”

Yes, yes I did.

They will all be gone.
Very and beautifully long gone.
Where the obligations of their perverted

imaginations will finally be at rest.
Where the man with bloodied blades for fingers and the dolls made to kill, will be tucked in our heads.
Oh, my darling, they will.

I lowered my face to kiss the top of her hand.
Resting my cheek on the sheet beside her, I smiled.
“Tell me more, Nana.” I whispered quietly.

Just like the old days, those ancient days, you know, Honey?
Like the trolls and giants who ate little babies and horded gold…they will only exist in the form of fairy tales as well.
In the type of  stories where children’s eyes open really owl style wide.

Each little mind adjusting the boogedy-ness and the size of the monsters depending only on what they know. 
Which will mercifully not be that much
the younger they go.
No more blood or guts and zombie queens
to force their ways out from the screens.
The Pinheads, Chuckies and Rothschilds.

All of them and others, dissolved
and diluted into far out fables from a long and faded shame.

 
Where a bad little boy or tricky little girl can only be sent to hell if they grow up bad and rude. And if they don’t watch out, the Rothchild vultures may come swooping over the village at night to turn all the little children

so fat that they can’t even put on their shoes, you know?

I giggled and nodded, grateful that she had a laugh too.
As thin as it sounded, it still held the weight of a fine and unique arietta.
“And Love, Nana? Did you see that too?”
She seemed to have stopped breathing after I asked that.
I jerked my head up.
My heart skipped a beat wondering if..
And then a tear quickly formed under her grey, feathery lashes.
I was so relieved her pause in breath
didn’t necessarily spell death,
But then a newer and equal alarm started tinkling
with me frantically thinking
that this tear must have meant
that the worst was confirmed.
That it was no more.
Gone, buried, brutally finished…
“Oh dear …my love..”

How beautiful it was!
More beautiful than it ever was.
How it was meant to be, you know?
As it used to be for far too few and for so little spaces of time.
Yes, I saw Love too.

So pure and delightful

that it took my breath away to watch it make its way from one young lover to another.
Blushing girls with their chins tucked to their chests
as their sweet, handsome men brush their smiles slowly along the hills of their bared shoulders.
Ever so gently, Honey, ever so and truly loved.
Because they’re finally free. 
Born the way they were meant to be..

“..again” Her whispered punctuation.

Her almost mischievous smile broadening at the memory of it all.
She playing back snapshots of her vision, while my mind painted a vivid pastel of its own.
Both of us dreaming. Side by side. Of this Future to come.
If not someday soon, then a someday in the middle of Whenever.
Another melancholy wave started making its way
to my heart as I thought it my duty to say
something.
So,
she wouldn’t start feeling blue,
you know?
Surely, it couldn’t feel too good to realize that,
you know…that there’d be no way for either of us, especially her, to live long enough to….
“Honey?” One of her fingers reached up, ready to smooth away the tear
that my heart had just nudged up to and out of my eye.
“Yes, Nana?”
No..she didn’t hear me. I was using all my energy to stifle a full-blown weep.

Hey, don’t cry.
We’ll see it. We will.
You checking under the bed to show your children that no monsters are near. Not at all, nothing left to fear.

Not anymore.
I’ll be there too, strolling along the beach, holding my own beloved’s hand.
Just like the first night we met,
fifty years before…

“You mean…?” My question was interrupted by the finger again.
This time, pressing itself to my lips while her smile spread even wider,
like the gracious unfolding of a dove’s wings.

My Beautiful child, don’t be sad on not staying.
It’s all in the rules of this game we’ve been playing.
Returned to cast shadows and feet on that hill
When we both come back here…
..as we all one day will.

happy little boy and girl holding hands at sunset

By Ramsy

Photos by vbaleha (upper)

Photo by nadezhda1906 (lower)

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