That first day
Fah lifts the leaf that fell and killed Sain. Gentle like a breath he lay beneath it’s burden. So like sleep except for his open eyes that stared
into nowhere because the he was gone from him.
Fah lifted Sain’s small hand and then watched it fall to the dust. Again he lifted it and watched it fall. And again. He placed his ear next to
Sain’s mouth and nose to feel for exhalation where none was. He then lowered his head to the little ones chest to listen for a heartbeat, but none
was there, none was heard. No and not and none, and never again had slipped into our midst.
Weeps filled my eyes and ran like little rivers down my face. I tried so hard to breathe, but all the air had fled. All the air had fled. All was
keening. Great shivers shook and I heard the sound of jagged crescendo as it ululated agony on that chill morning air.
The he was gone from him.
Like a reverberation atonal, everything shifted. The used to be was changed, was gone. Family now meant less, where precious heartbeats ago we had
My little one that we had made was gone, his animation fleeting, fled, and he lay limp and broken in Fah’s arms, rocking, rocking and keening as Fah
softly tried to call him back. Come back little son, little bright.
But all of bright was gone, even though the Spark shone and the airborne ones chattered and droned on this first spring day, the bright had gone. It
left behind a sharp, piercing glare that sought intrusion.
A sing song entered through melancholy, between shiver and air’s lack until comprehension whispered. That was Fah calling out to me as he rocked the
little one we had made, and leafs fall had unmade. That last leaf from up above, from way up almost beyond visions reach. Sain had spied it way up in
the high, had stopped his skittering and stood on hinders, nose twitching.
“Fah, Fee”, he squeaked in excitement as he pointed beyond trunk and branch to the top of twig.
A last leaf, huge and twisting round and round in the breeze until it twisted a final twist and sauntered there, then there, lilting it’s way down
from the far.
We all stood silent and enrapt by the mesmerizing dance as it drifted slow to the down.
It came, slipping this way and that, growing larger and more distinct. How hypnotic, as it fled down gravities curve.
But curve met Sain as we all watched, transfixed by the beauty of last leafs fall.
We curled our tails around each other, and Sain, shivering in the warming light of springs first mourn.
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