I could lose my soul
to the meanness of these streets
my weary heart is breaking with every loss it meets
but then I remember
the truth about the fear I feel
it's all an illusion
only love is real
calling all angels
calling all angels
In the first picture you are just a baby. I remember how much I loved to hold you, to pick you up and carry you around. You were like a precious doll that was all mine, I think a part of me will always see you this way.
In the next picture you are older, perhaps five or six. Your hands are on your hips and you're pouting. I like to think of you at this age. You were tough, tougher than me. I imagine you on the island yelling back at Helena, and then I remember and I thank God you weren't really there.
The next shows you as a teenager in a skirt that Stefan would have never let you leave the house in. This time you are smiling and there is a boy next to you. Perhaps this is your first date, or first boyfriend. You look happy and the moment captured seems as though it's from a television show, too perfect. It strikes me then how different our lives have been.
The next photo is of us together, taken soon after we found each other again. We both look so happy, you have our mothers smile. I never noticed that before. I can't believe it was less than a year ago that this was taken, it seems like forever and at the same time only yesterday.
The next is my favourite, it is just you. We were being goofy that day, facials and pedicures. In the picture you're laughing at something I've said and your eyes are dancing. You have our mother's eyes too. It is this picture which comes the closest to capturing you, who you are, who you were.
Staring at each photo I replay every conversation we had, there were so few. Did I ever tell you how much I admired you, I don't think so? Well, I guess better late than never. I hope my daughter is just like you Kristina. I hope she has your honesty and your courage.
Kristina Davis is your niece and your namesake. I know that you have been watching over her, I think she knows it too. I told her she was special because she has a guardian angel watching over her. I show her these pictures Kristina and I tell her about you. I know she's barely a month old but I canalready see ways in which she is like you, she has your eyes, the same as our mothers. I wanted you to know that because sometimes when she looks I me I swear I can see you and Mama looking back at me too. And it's like she's a part of all of us, she belongs to all of us. In that moment you and Mama are back with me, and I know I'm not alone anymore.
calling all angels
sweeping the sky
calling all angels
effortless flight
calling all angels
down from above
take up our heart and lead us to love
Sonny and Alexis Short Stories
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