God's Most Beautiful Angel-A Mother's Grief
Panic
Panic
You gave it to me for my birthday.
The last gift from you to me before you died.
I began to panic when it wasn’t in its place.
Your father asked if I was okay. I said sure. I lied.
I couldn’t find the cookbook.
Tears rolling down my face.
I frantically began to look.
In desperation I empty drawers and cabinets tearing up the place.
I have to find it. I know it’s here.
My heart is beating far too fast. My mind is out of control.
To lose something that means so much…my hands shake with fear.
There will never be another gift from you I know.
I’ve looked everywhere to no avail.
I begin to sob.
There is one last place where it could be. God don’t let me fail.
I hold on to a ray of hope as I pull the knob.
I open the door and in the back I spy a hidden box.
Throwing everything to the floor…I hold my breath and retrieve my last chance.
I step down from the chair…time slows down ticking loudly on the clock.
I tear at the tape and dump the contents…a heavy sigh escapes me… I don’t see it at first glance.
Giving up I sit curled up in the floor…weeping.
A voice reached inside my grief and told me to look again.
I raised my head and saw the book. Relief washed over me.
There it was…somehow now in the pile. I was wrong…there was another gift from you just then.
You gave it to me for my birthday.
The last gift from you to me before you died.
I began to panic when it wasn’t in its place.
Your father asked if I was okay. I said sure. I lied.
I couldn’t find the cookbook.
Tears rolling down my face.
I frantically began to look.
In desperation I empty drawers and cabinets tearing up the place.
I have to find it. I know it’s here.
My heart is beating far too fast. My mind is out of control.
To lose something that means so much…my hands shake with fear.
There will never be another gift from you I know.
I’ve looked everywhere to no avail.
I begin to sob.
There is one last place where it could be. God don’t let me fail.
I hold on to a ray of hope as I pull the knob.
I open the door and in the back I spy a hidden box.
Throwing everything to the floor…I hold my breath and retrieve my last chance.
I step down from the chair…time slows down ticking loudly on the clock.
I tear at the tape and dump the contents…a heavy sigh escapes me… I don’t see it at first glance.
Giving up I sit curled up in the floor…weeping.
A voice reached inside my grief and told me to look again.
I raised my head and saw the book. Relief washed over me.
There it was…somehow now in the pile. I was wrong…there was another gift from you just then.
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Panic
Panic
