Thursday, June 2, 2011

The guardian

Time we didn't always have much of, even though the summer was in full swing now.. ( boys and girls were often kept apart, even siblings didn't see each other for days or even weeks) Sam and I made time. Today I was running late. I ran out the door and forgot my bag. I ran back for it.  Mrs D. caught me and bothered me with a conversation having seen the book I was throwing in my bag. Sigh.  It was Birds and Mythology, it has an interesting story I want to share with Sammy about owl's.
finally on the road I run fast my bag bouncing off my hip. I fly to wear I know he is waiting. I don't like waiting for people. It always makes me think they really are just not comming. I trust no one so I have no one to dissapoint me. Sammy, my Sammy is different and I don't like leaving him waiting on me.....
As I near where we are to meet I hear his soft cry...he has hurt himself, looks like he fell on a soft apple and blood was comming from his thigh.
 I wiped his tears, took him to a nearby bench to mend his wound. As I tore at his already patched jeans I told him the story I read about the Lenape Indians believing that if they dreamt of an Owl it would become their guardian. He liked that and I saw his sadness turn around, with a sniff and a push at his glasses he looked like my happy Sam once more. I liked caring for his wound it made me feel closer still to him.
Tearing a small peice from my old summer dress I pressed it to his wound. I could see it was a good break in his skin but had stopped bleeding.Then tied it with my hair ribbon to hold the bandage in place. Sammy do you think if we thought about it enough and wished it enough we can both dream of an Owl...I feel I need the protection...please Sammy please. Sometimes I wish to be an Owl and fly far away where she would never find me. I would live in the night like the Owl and remain invisible to her always. Sam and I we were going to do that tonight...sleep looking for theOwl. We both needed it's promise. And soon, I could just feel it. Sams eyes knew it too. Ands so our promise was made.

2 comments:

  1. her vulnerability at the end here is what he takes to heart of this moment...that for all his insecurities, he must--HE MUST rise to the occasion and be there for her.

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