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| charcoal sketch by Terence McManus |
PLANTING MY FEET IN THE SHADOWS
At
nine years old
I
was either a dreamer
Or
superstitious,
Or
odd;
Following
Randi’s steps,
I
planted my feet
In
my friend’s invisible footprints;
The
shadow of her being.
Could
I transport into her world?
Her
golden tendrils become mine?
Her
dimpled smile, mine?
Her
perfect home, mine?
Minor
misstep--
It
couldn’t happen, but
Dreaming
could.
As
I climbed her steps
My
hand grasped the iron railing
Where
her fingers touched
Marching
behind,
Synchronized.
Up
to her pink room
Dappled
with dancing daisies and rose ribbons,
Everything
my room was missing.
I
watched her mother part Randi’s hair
Into
a straight line
Then
gather her waves into bouncy pigtails.
Randi
twirled them around like propellers
And
they laughed.
Was
it strange to love my friend so much
To
want to be her mirror image?
Would
I follow her
Into
her battle with cancer?
I
couldn’t.
Jesus
offers
More
than the world,
A
smile,
Radiant
from within
Until
reaching the mansion he’s prepared.
A
perfect home,
Dappled
with daisies and ribbons of gold,
Choirs
of angels singing tunes of praise and peace.
I could follow
His steps
That lead to life.
On September 13, I’m participating in the
walk to end children’s brain tumors through the Children’s Brain Tumor
Foundation. I’m excited to fundraise for such an important cause. No one should
have to suffer the way these families suffered.
/fundraiser/frances-judge/walk-to-end-childrens-brain-tumors--long-island-
In addition, I will be donating 10% of my book sale
profits to the Children’s Brain Tumor Foundation. If you are interested in
purchasing my novel Randi’s Steps, you can click on this link to Amazon Books.
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