Hidden away in the closet on the top shelf is where I’ve listened to you cry thinking there was nothing tangible left. Always wondering why it was I had to leave so soon even though it will be seven years this June.
Slowly over time i’ve edged the box to make it fall so you will be there in time for curtain call. Inside is the five thousand dollar check they paid me for my play the one now premiering on Broadway. It was to be my birthday gift to you to say thank you for all the misery I put you through. Without thinking I hid the check and before I could retrieve it, the robber’s bullet hit me in the neck.
God allowed me to see my daughter being born as a chorus of angels sang that beautiful February morn. I’ve watched as the two of you struggle from day to day and now it’s time for you to put your tears away. As the box slowly begins to fall I can now hear the trumpet’s last call. It is now time for me to go and time for you and my daughter to go see your show.