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1. This brought some happiness to her within her pain. Pocahontas's pain got worse and it tore at John's heart. The doctor asked him to leave the room. Here he now sat, waiting, waiting for what ever should come to pass. The room was nearly silent now. Then he heard a cry, a strong wonderful cry, the cry of his child. The door slowly opened and Ludlow with a weary face said, " You better come in, I am losing her." John stood and slowly went into the room. Pocahontas lay with her eyes closed, her face and hair wet with sweat. She opened her eyes and made a small smile. He knelt next to her and cradled her in his arms. She placed a hand on his face and wiped the tears from his eyes. " Our child is a girl, she has your eyes." "But she has the beauty of her mother." " John, name her after my mother, Nekaiulani (Ne-Kaye-oo-lah-nee) the beautiful one. "Then we shall call Rebecca after my mother as well." " John, I love you, I always have. Thank you for the happiness you brought to my life, thank you for my child." John then buried his face in her hair and whispered," I love you; you are forever in my heart. No one but you and our daughter will ever have my heart." Pocahontas paced her arms around him." John, I have never told you, but I loved you from the moment I first saw you." John asked softly," stay with me." He knew she could not, she was going to the other side, and there she would wait for him. " I can not. But I will be waiting for you my love" she answered, as she looked in to his eyes. She placed one last kiss to John's lips. " John one day others will know of our love, our child will tell our story and we will live on, our love will be our legacy. Remember I am with you forever." Pocahontas closed her eyes and in John's embrace went in to the world beyond. John stayed by her side until the doctor came back into the room with the maid. The maid held a small thing wrapped in a blue blanket. The doctor motioned him to come. When he reached them he could see his child. She was beautiful, her mother's looks and hair, but with his soft blue eyes. The maid spoke," I am Anne and this is your daughter." Ann smiled, through tears and placed the child in her father's arms. His daughter looked up at him and smiled; it was as if she could understand everything that had taken place. Anne spoke, " Pocahontas, wished for her to be raised amongst her people and that I was to be a wet nurse for you. She said that you will help my family make a new start in the New World and we would have passage on your ship, if were to help." " Thank you so much for you help Anne and yes you will have everything you asked for. The doctor said he would take care of the burial. When Rolfe came back he would find out that his wife and child had died and been buried. The child came to early and was stillborn and his wife died after birth from her sickness. John thanked the doctor and he, his child, Anne and her family left for the New World.
On his ship, John held his daughter Rebecca Nekaiulani Smith in his arm. The wind from the sea caressed their skin, as it blew them towards the New World. As he stood, he promised himself that one day when she was old enough he would tell her of their story and her legacy. It will be a story of a love that was undying and the many sacrifices that came about for that love. He will tell her that one must suffer and sacrifice all for love, in order to know the true nature of love, that it is continuous. To be loved and to love in return, so that love will continue is life's legacy and that their story of love, is her legacy and one day she must continue this legacy so other will the true nature of love.
** Narrator: Far away from the shores of the Old World, my father raised me. He started his new life as my mother had wished, within her village. My father never married and so it was true that my parent's love for each other was eternal. I learned the ways of my mother's people. The lesson I learned most came from my father, it was that love was continuous and the sacrifice for love can be great. But that love is worth that sacrifice, for it is the greatest gift any could give another; to love and be loved in returned. That is the true legacy of life, the passing on of love. The spirit of my parent's love lives on within me and I will pass that love on to my children, for it is our legacy. |
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