Don't Make It True

“It was a dark night, a black dress. Driver never saw her, around the bend. I never will forget the call, or driving to the hospital, when they told me her legs still wouldn’t move. I cried when I walked into her room. She said, “I’ll walk, please come and hold my hand. Right now, I’m hurt, and I don’t understand. Let’s just be quiet, and later we can talk. Please stay, don’t worry. I’ll walk.” I held her hand through everything. The weeks, and months of therapy. I held her hand and asked her, to be my bride. She’s dreamed from a little girl, to have her daddy bring her down the aisle. So from her wheelchair, she looks up to him, and smiles, and says, “I’ll walk. Please hold my hand. I know that this will hurt. I know you understand. Please daddy, don’t cry. This is already hard. Let’s go. Don’t worry. I’ll walk.”