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Mid Rivers Review: A Literary Journal

2008, Volume 9

ISBN 978-0-9700716-8-2

What I did not tell you during our last time together was that you have meant the world to me.

I did not tell you how much I looked forward to your stories of life in New Orleans in your early days:

All of the life that came to action when you recalled your childhood in the French Market, and the days you spent running produce from the fields and into the flat lands beyond the sugar plantations.

I did not tell you that the long ride home on the day I left the river was one of the saddest days of my life, but you being there to pick me up after the storm, and saved me from drowning myself in more tears than the Mississippi could hold.

I did not tell you when he came to ask permission to see me, and you said to me, “If he had been anyone else, I would have said no. I cannot lose you to just anyone,” it was that day I realized how much you loved me.

You were more of a father to me than my father, and I adored you from then on.

What I did not tell you, and I will never be able to tell you now, is that I would have said yes if you had asked me just once more.

What I Did Not Tell You

Only yesterday

You were splashing in puddles

Skipping through fields

And doing cartwheels on the lawn

Your face was freckled by the sun

And your laughter was often heard

Throughout the hours of the day

You played with puzzles and toys

And amazed me with your wondrous thoughts

At night you would recite

What the angels had to say

About what God wanted me to know

You were gifted

With innocence

Open to the universe

And repeated it without question

You never wanted to grow up

Because you liked being a child

You were lucky you’d say

For being where you are

For having the blessings that

Came from being just Mariah

To Mariah on Her 13th Birthday

Memories and Observations: A chapbook

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