Miracle? - Kristoff Krane

She sits down on the sofa

Opens up an old photo album filled with pictures and post cards.

Sent from Fred in world war two

The tears rush down her head with no where to run to.

Her grandson tugs her arm and asks her

«Grandma what’s wrong what happened to grandpa?»

The thump in her throat still wont move

And the river between her eyes starts to flow faster.

Fifteen when they met in a small town

On the outskirts of a city that was worn down.

She recalls climbing up that hill

To catch a glimpse of the world from an outside perspective.

Fred always said that he would love to teach her how to fly

But he was scared to death of what her dad would do if she died

So he held her and never let go

And they fell deep in love with each other.

Life is but a miracle

All you know is fading slow

You never know just what you have

Until it’s gone over the rainbow.

He’ll get better, yes he will.

He’ll get better if he’s loved.

She remembers the first time

He forgot who she was.

Ten hours a day at the nursing home

Fred laid in bed stayed

Fed through tubes while she would read him poems

He always told her courage is to face your fears

Even though he hadn’t recognized her aging face for years

She didn’t give in though

She knew that even though he had a hole in his brain

It wasn’t safe for him to stay alone

And every day she noticed all the roses in the vase withering away

And hoped and prayed that they would maybe grow.

Life is but a miracle

All you know is fading slow

You never know just what you have

Until it’s gone over the rainbow.

He’ll get better, yes he will.

He’ll get better if he’s loved.

She remembers the first time

He forgot who she was.

And as her grandson looked up at her

she couldn’t help to ignore her daughter and son in law

In the other room arguing about

Something that didn’t matter

She told him both not to move and picked up her husbands glasses

«Try them on.»

She said.

She said

«Why?»

«Because Id like to share with you how your father liked to look at life.»

Her daughter stubborn and sad held the glasses in her hand

So she sat them all down on the couch and this is what she said:

«Your father probably would have liked for me to tell you that the night that

you were born

Was the night that he put down the bottle

If you ever get in a fight with someone you love

Know that if they died before apology you wouldn’t live to see tomorrow

Never know whats gonna come

So when it goes it goes it’s hard to cope

Never run from what you know controls emotional reactions

When you take your anger out on someone else

It’s only an escape from looking inside of yourself and taking them for granted.

Life is but a miracle

All you know is fading slow

You never know just what you have

Until it’s gone over the rainbow.

He’ll get better, yes he will.

He’ll get better if he’s loved.

She remembers the first time

He forgot who she was.