Something Holy
June 30, 2009 by Nichole Webbering
http://webnichole.wordpress.com/2009/06/30/something-holy/In those days in a city a child could be in her yard after dark at 3-4 years old. Alone, always so very alone and desiring it. Feeling the night was somehow a comforter. I will be like them. My first memory of whispering to the moon. You will change me. You will shine on me in the dark and make me change. Mommy will be wrong. She'll see.
But she never did. So gone, so young at the time ... . She'll never be that old ever again as she was when I saw her last. She'll remain young and all so doubting of the child she bore first. All so ignorant of how she had birthed a daughter thinking she had an eldest son. The conversations got more intense after a while.
