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super_seme04AN: Loosely connected to "Be not afraid." Same 'verse, I suppose, but can stand on its own.
When you were a little girl, your daddy would creep into your room when he thought you were asleep.
He wasn't a drinking man and he wasn't a bad man like those on TV that made your mama hold you tight.
He'd sit down on your bed as silent as a leaf falling into a creek and watch you sleep.
It seemed like he was going to wake you up a couple of times, but he never did.
The first and last time he did, it was the night of your 13th birthday.
"You're the seventh daughter of a seventh son and that makes you lucky or unlucky, my little may queen," he quietly said.
"This," he said as he pulled a small, silver coin from behind your ear as you laughed, "was my mother's and now it's yours."
Your father's people were strange people. All tall and pretty and light while your mother's folks just seemed too normal compared to them.
Too human.
"Keep it close, keep it near, keep it secret."
Your father seemed different in the light of the moon that night, bright and sharp.
Dangerous.
He kissed your forehead and became a man again then said you would dream of a sweet stillness.
Years later, you make the coin a necklace and keep it tucked into your shirt.
You don't believe in luck, but your father is a good man so you believe in him.
When you were a little girl, your daddy would creep into your room when he thought you were asleep.
He wasn't a drinking man and he wasn't a bad man like those on TV that made your mama hold you tight.
He'd sit down on your bed as silent as a leaf falling into a creek and watch you sleep.
It seemed like he was going to wake you up a couple of times, but he never did.
The first and last time he did, it was the night of your 13th birthday.
"You're the seventh daughter of a seventh son and that makes you lucky or unlucky, my little may queen," he quietly said.
"This," he said as he pulled a small, silver coin from behind your ear as you laughed, "was my mother's and now it's yours."
Your father's people were strange people. All tall and pretty and light while your mother's folks just seemed too normal compared to them.
Too human.
"Keep it close, keep it near, keep it secret."
Your father seemed different in the light of the moon that night, bright and sharp.
Dangerous.
He kissed your forehead and became a man again then said you would dream of a sweet stillness.
Years later, you make the coin a necklace and keep it tucked into your shirt.
You don't believe in luck, but your father is a good man so you believe in him.
