Red handed you use to scream as we hid under the covers past our bedtime
You’d pass our bedroom door waiting to hear a sound and as soon as you did you’d jump out at us
You were always there waiting to encourage us when we fell to pick ourselves back up so we could try again
Even when we fell the first words to come out would be “brush it off you’re okay” those words have been engraved into my mind because you’re no longer here to catch me when I falter so my legs bruise and my knees scrape the pavement when I fall
Sometimes it takes months to pick myself back up again but I brush it off and I get up even if it hurts
Sometimes I still stay up late hoping you’ll pass my bedroom door jump out and catch me red handed just one more time
I don’t hide under the covers anymore instead I feel the cold wind of the fan without the warmth of your presence
-love love love ❤️ for Vanessa .G
