Home From Heaven

She swallows her pride
and descends
in twirling circles,
coming down from
the pearly gates,
head still spinning
from heaven itself.


He watches her come
and waits
with jittery anticipation,
bouncing up
towards the pearly gates,
head spinning towards
heaven itself.

She skitters and lands:
puts her cold face
to his warm palm,
frozen tears melting
against the warm skin.
As she whispers, quietly,
“I’m home.”

He reaches and strokes:
puts his warm fingers
to her icy cheek,
a small smile freezing
in the winter air
as he brings the melted snowflake
to his lips, and murmurs, softly,
“I missed you.”





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Blue4 said...
Aug. 13, 2011 at 1:56 pm
Simply exquistite! You have such a way with words. Can you please look at some of my work (esp. the poems. "The Violinist" and "For What Have All Those People Died"), the short stories too, if you want, and tell me what you think. Please...
 
junebug18 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Sept. 13, 2011 at 12:56 pm

Thank you. :D

 

 
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