Sitting in a crowded room full of boxes, packing up millions of albums from when i was a baby. Getting caught in the moment, and forgetting about packing. Flipping through the pages, of family moments I thought didn't matter. Now i wish they lasted, I wish i could go back, and just one last time to see what its like living in a family with no yelling, just love, I saw pictures of us all snuggled up on one small couch, just to be with each other, so close i felt dads heart beat. Even though there were four more empty couches, we stayed on one, just to be with each other.The T.V would be on, on a movie, but no one would pay attention to it. Dad would be trying to breath at the bottom of the pile, i would be on top of him, the side of my head laying on his chest, listening to his heart beat... loud and clear. Next would be Caroline, falling asleep, and Marlaina on her, with her arm hanging down to the floor, petting our cat that was laying there. Mom would be talking about other things, like her day, asking us about our day etc, and finally Alexis would be jumping around giggling for no reason.
Sooner or later, I remember what i was supposed to be doing, so i continued to pack, but those thoughts remained in my head, and they never left my mind.
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