Flowers - 55fiction #3

Taking one tiny footstep at a time, she crawled up the hill, to find the flowers of every color she wanted. Red, pink, yellow, orange and even blue! Picking two of each, she traced back her path, content.

Her father had finally returned from the war.

Smiling, she carefully laid her collection on his coffin !

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I do not sleep

Seeing her parents despairing over her being in her deathbed,
She called out to her father n handed him a closed envolope.
And requested it to be opened only after her Death.


The day when the envolope had to be opened came.
Trembling n crying the father opened it.

The letter read:

Dearest ever mom n dad,

"Do not stand at my grave and weep.

I m not thr, I do not sleep.
I m the sparkle in the snow.

I m ripple in the wave.

I m the cloud in the sky.

I m the dewdrop on the leaf.

I m the shredded leaves that blow.

I m the sunlight on growing grain.

I m the gentle summer rain.

I m the quiet bird of the night.

Circling about; Taking flight.

So do not stand at my grave and weep.

I am not there, I do not sleep."

Please get these words engraved on my grave. I will not stand putting u through grief anytime.
Loadsa love,
Emma.

P.S : Based on the poem " Do not stand at my grave and weep" by Mary Elizabeth Frye

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The most beautiful girl

She looked into the mirror. Its reflection showed the face of a fair complexioned girl with delicate features. Her hazel eyes had innocence and frank curiosity. Her wavy black hair made her all the more stunning. She turned a little to her left first, then to her right and examined herself. She brushed her hair a little, set up one particular fringe on the forehead. She smiled. Acknowledging that she looked stunningly beautiful in her all black outfit , complete with the chain and the bracelet he had gifted her. The thought of him made her feel warm from within. She was ready for him. He would definitely be enthralled to see her like this.

He was waiting. He had finally managed to find time in his heavily busy schedule. He regretted not meeting her often but there was little he could do. Just a few more minutes and he would see his darling.

As she stepped out he looked at her with love filled eyes.

There was only thing he could think. ‘ She is the most beautiful girl’.

Walking a few steps she jumped into his arms. He lifted her and placed a kiss over her forehead.

‘Missed you daddy..!!’ she said, tightly clinging her 8 year old self on to him.

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