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Paper Daises

Grace is a rare gift. I didn’t have it. There is purity in the light and the blaze makes me feel dirty. I have made my sanctuary in the shadows.
Whitney made grace look easy. Her little hands folding small miracles in the crinkle of paper until each crease were a dignified art.

Then, from the garden of a blank surface, Whitney would bloom a daisy. A daisy as perfect as a thornless rose. Her technique never repeated nor faltered.

Whitney repeated this process each day. She never reached for the comfort of scissors or the security of glue. Whitney yielded her craft with the absolution of a feathered quill in the hands of a poet. Each daisy was a work of her finest literature.

Once she was finished, Whitney would leave the security of the table and make her way outside. I watched her in the spades of light from the kitchen window. She would skip up the hill behind our house. Her precious feet kicking a geyser of dust and pebbles with each step she took.

I would wait in the warm rays of the kitchen window until I saw the silhouette of her shadow. Whitney would bounce through the door absent of the floral of her precious paper.

Whitney never spoke about who she gave her daises to. Whitney would only hum and sing.

“I’ll make more. I always make more,” Whitney declared.

One day, I heard Whitney humming as she was finishing her accumulating art.

“This is my last one. This is the last daisy, I don’t have no more.”

My curiosity was a thief and stole the hand of Whitney’s privacy as I followed her up the hill.

She stopped under the shade of weeping willow. The branches swayed secrets in the soft kiss of the wind.

“I miss you, Daddy,” Whitney said as she skipped down the hill.
I touched the warm granite of the memorial:

Joseph RodgersDevoted Husband and Loyal FatherMay 1952-August 2009“We love you.”

My daughter, Whitney, had made me a beautiful bouquet in the promise of paper daises.

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Comments

  • Solar Zorra
    Solar Zorraover 5 years ago

    This is so sad John, beautifully written as always with a haunting twist. :) Solar

  • Solar-

    If it makes you feel better and lift your spirits….I’ll let you in on the secret that keeps this piece true to my writings that you know… “His wife killed him.” Lol…..Thanks for the sweet comment. I’m so glad you enjoy my work.

    – John Braxton Sparks

  • KMorral
    KMorralover 5 years ago

    As S.Z says- haunting twist (not meaning to invoke the pun!) beautiful writing, lovely imagery. You certainly capture the gaity of the girls simple pleasures

  • KMorral-
    Thank you so much for the compliment. This is sort of a new venure for my writing. I’m used to writing works with a much darker theme, I was going for a more “haunting” atmosphere with this one, so I’m glad you liked it. Thanks for the support.

    – John Braxton Sparks

  • bluewhite
    bluewhiteover 5 years ago

    “Her precious feet kicking a geyser of dust and pebbles with each step she took.” Can just picture it. I like this very much.

  • bluewhite-
    How nice to hear from you. I wondered where you were and am very glad you are back. Thank you for the compliment. Welcome back!

    – John Braxton Sparks

  • Mark Bateman
    Mark Batemanover 5 years ago

    You have a style all of your own John – and it’s great to read. Keep writing!! And what a soulful tale!

  • Mark-
    Thank you so much for your kind comment. I’m glad you liked it. :)

    – John Braxton Sparks

  • Alison Pearce
    Alison Pearceover 5 years ago

    Just absolutely amazing!! Fabulous write John!!

  • Alison-

    Thank you, it’s a different tone than most of my writings. There is a hint of lonliness and longing that made this piece somewhat difficult to write. So I’m very glad you liked it. Thanks.

    – John Braxton Sparks

  • dancharles
    dancharlesover 5 years ago

    I liked it John, the imagery is quite vivid and haunting. You dont seem to waste words.

  • Hi Dan-
    Thank you so much for your kind comment. We seem to share that gift. You say a lot in your writings and you are quite the painter with your words. Thank you so much for the compliment.

    – John Braxton Sparks

  • Arcadia Tempest
    Arcadia Tempestover 5 years ago

    Geeezzzz …you could of warned in the description that tissues would also be handy for reading this story John! Beautifully written with a lightness that lures you away from the sadness that lands you right at the end…. Exceptional writing me thinks X

  • Arcadia-
    Thank you so much for your support and kind comment. I hope you are feeling better and I’m glad you enjoyed the story.

    – John Braxton Sparks

  • Zolton
    Zoltonover 5 years ago

    Bowing in awe. Very lovely, John.

  • Zolton-
    Thank you so much. I’m glad you liked it! I’m so glad I joined twisted tales, you guys have become just as supportive as my family in my writing! Thank you!

    – John Braxton Sparks

  • Matt Penfold
    Matt Penfoldover 5 years ago

    Great write John, a really wonderful tale and an excellent twist :-)

  • Thank you, Matty…..for your kind comment…I may give one of your bubbles back to you…maybe funky….Thanks, Matt…..I’m glad you liked it. :)

    – John Braxton Sparks

  • funkyfacestudio
    funkyfacestudioover 5 years ago

    That was wonderful John John. Great twist too.
    .
    Hey ! ^ what is that I’m reading ? I’m free from the forum prison so watch out MR.

  • Funky, how did you get out! Go back, my lovely and beautiful Solar simply had a lapse in judgment due to her overmdeication, she didn’t mean it…In you go, Sassy!! Thanks for the support, Funky!! YOu’re the best “Guest” ever!

    – John Braxton Sparks

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