| Goddess in my Garden |
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| he heavens wept the night she was born, and so did I. |
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| Such a mournful child, it makes the heart grow leaden at the thought of it. Her dark and brooding eyes, they give her such an empty appearence. Ironic isn't it that she's so full of hatred at times, others, filled overflowing with great dispair. I long to find something that will fill that acheing cavity that has made her so despondant over the years. But alas, I have not. And I fear, I may never succeed at such a fruitless task. If only her mother were to have survived... and there is the lament of a lost husband, and failing father. Oh Celeste... what ever shall I do about you? Will you ever be happy? Will you ever know of love such as I have? Oh a father can only dream of such things... I can only dream I dare say. |
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| earest Mama, |
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| I know you will be most upset with me by the time you have finnished reading this letter, but I'm afraid this is the only way. You see, I had to leave before you got home from the restaurant... My ship sailed for America soon after you left this morning. I meant to tell you, really I did. But you were so tired last night Mama. I didn't have the heart to wake you to say goodbye. I don't think I could have left this morning after wipeing away your tears either. Please don't cry Mama. I'll be happy in America. I know I will. You have too many mouths to feed, and it's high time I leave the nest and make my own way. I'm a man now Mama. I should act like one. I promise, as soon as I'm settled, I'll write, and send you some of my wages to help out with the little ones. It's the least I can do after leaving you like this. And someday Mama... I'll send you a letter with a picture of a beautiful woman and baby. Then Mama... then I know you will be happy I left for America. Kiss Nana for me, and I know you will say a prayer for me. I'll be alright Mama. Love, Isaac |
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| First class was so far above the stinking and cramped dirty pit they called a hold, it may as well have been heaven. Cargo. Since when do people get packed into dark little holes like cattle and get called Cargo? But it was worth the hellish trip... if only for a breath of new air in America. America. The land where dreams became reality with the snap of fingers. America. Where the land lay flat and fertile, mountains of crops grew with little effort. America. Where the rich of tomarrow, are today's poor. America. Yes, America. America was where he was headed. He smiled and lay his head back upon the filthy pile of rags he called his bed. Suddenly the room no longer smelled of sick and brine. The rocking of the ship was nothing more than the gait of a fine carriage being pulled by a gleaming pair of black pure breds. Now he was dreaming of his life waiting for him in America. In his sleep he smiled and pulled the tattered coat tighter to his shivering body, miraculously surviving on raw potatoes and slimey green hued water. Yes... America... As he sheilded his eyes from the too bright sun he held his place between two large, beefy looking men with dark eyes and no english. The deck was cramped and they were being hustled along in a disorderly fashion, but the wind was fresh, and the ocean lay behind them. A beautiful lady awaited them at the harbor, calling out her welcome as they passed. He smiled and hitched his rucksack a bit higher on his acheing shoulders. Everything he owned in the world was on his back, and his future lay before him. It seemed to take forever to disembark, his legs like jelly as he stood waiting in line to be processed. But still, nothing could dampen his spirits or melt away his smile that radiated from within. America. Now his life would begin. Now he would be a man. |
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| earest Mama, |
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| I'm safe here in America. It is a beautiful country, the city is so very big and filled with people that go about their bussiness day and night. It takes some getting used to, but I'm manageing. I have found a boarding house, and have gotten work nearby in a mill. I'm sending along half my wages. Just take the note enclosed in this letter to the bank. I know you have been worrying about me Mama, don't I'm healthy and happy and I am working hard to make my way. Things are a bit different here then what we were told about America. But not so different that I can't learn. I'm making my own way now, and before long, I'll be rich enough to maybe even come back home for a visit. I miss you Mama. I miss everyone. Kiss them all for me. I'll be alright Mama. Love, Isaac |