Monday
December 13, 2008
Remember this date
My
Apple
Tree.
She was my girl
My person
Her branches spread around me like arms of protection
Protected me like a mama bear and her cubs
My
Apple
Tree.
We enjoyed every drop of sunlight together
Day to day and night to night
I would cry for hours without her
My
Apple
Tree.
One day the sadness of me leaving my tree never went dull
Do you hear my cry?
Crying
My eyes went puffy like the clouds and red like a Jewlers finest rubies
My face drowned with tears
And my small innocent chest filled with fear
My
Apple
Tree.
Something wasn’t right with my tree
I thought she’d just lost another branch or an Apple
But where?
Only before I left I didn’t see either one on the ground
Ground..?
Hard
Losing friends was hard
No one believed my favorite person was a tree
A tree?
No my tree
My
Apple
Tree.
We drove to see my tree
Blurred physiques passed through my tear filled eyes
Blurred eyes?
Like a picture on an unfocused camera
I love you allll day
she would say
She held the word all so I understood how much she meant it
Every day
“I love you allll day “
Christmas comes around
2008
I told you to remember this date
Is it the story?
No
My story.
3…
2….
1
Singing
Thinking
Knowing
Knowing my tree was dying
While singing Christmas Carols in front of a church crowd
I walk off the stage
Begging
My mom’s begging me to tell her what’s wrong
Breaking
I screamed the most heartbreaking words
Words my little innocent body could hardly understand
“ My granny died mommy”
“ What do you mean Kayla?”
The sound went faint
And my eyes went
The phone rings
The next three words from my dad’s mouth confirmed my eternal heartache
“ She’s gone shavonna, my momma is gone”
My
Apple
Tree.
She was gone
Gone forever.
At three years old I knew in my heart
I knew she was gone before anyone got the chance to tell me
Alma; meaning Apple tree in Hungarian
Rest in heaven my beautiful angel, my granny,
My
Apple
Tree.
I love you alll day .
~Mikayla Bowling