"I see the moon
The moon sees me
God bless the moon
And god bless... say it Belle"
"...me..."
Mother always had the nicest voice that would soothe me to sleep. I never actually needed a bedtime story to go to bed but I just liked to hear her voice.
And then it happened.
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Rain was falling. It was getting dark. It smelled of wet grass. The flowers in my hands were already welting from the rain. I couldn't tell if I was crying or if it was a rain drop on my cheek. But it was falling to my lips. It tasted of salt. It was a tear.
Here's lies Susan Little
A loving mother
A fatter tear fell. I kneeled down and hugged the tombstone. I put the flowers on top of the fresh soil.
...the moon sees me...
A hand rested on my shoulder. I jumped. I was so lost in thought I forgot my knees were in wet mud. Dad was standing there, also crying.
I never seen him cry before.
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Bedtime Story
FantasyBelle was always wanting a story from her mother, every night her mother would tell her the story about the moon. Her mother passed
