The Only Survivor (Prose)

When I looked upon your tiny delicate face, pressed my lips gently against a soft cheek. Tickled your chin, you looked up and smiled. At that moment I knew God had stormed heaven seeking for me one of his most precious rose buds. As weeks turned to months, months to years, my first impression of you was correct. Do you remember that terrible accident so long ago? Bodies thrown upon the highway, blood flowing freely. The smell of death was everywhere. Out of all that chaos, you stood up and walked away. The only survivor. I know in my heart of hearts, God looked down, and saw you in distress. Thinking, I must protect protect my rosebud from harm. Suddenly the phone rang, my heart began to quiver. Then a voice quietly said, 'Leah is safe.' I am eternally grateful for you. You are my mainstay, my daughter, my first love.