I don’t think Brooke would mind me sharing this. She wrote it in fourth grade.
An Invisible Day – By Brooke Randle (2014)
One day I was sound asleep until a strange violet light came into my window. I felt like I was flying but when I looked in the mirror I didn’t see myself. Away I flew through the roof of my house into the cherry pink clouds. Just then I fell onto a rainbow bridge. And there I saw an amazing sight, a clear crystal castle gleaming in the distance.
Wondering why I couldn’t see myself, I walked on the rainbow bridge and into the gleaming castle. There I saw a king made only of silver. I asked him, “Where am I and how did I become invisible?” He responded in a voice as loud as thunder, “You are in Weather World and when the weatherman was changing the weather he accidently made you invisible. You must go to into his garden to not be invisible anymore.”
I ran through the crystal castle onto the rainbow bridge and into the luscious green garden. I walked quietly through the pebble path and saw a small bluebird resting in an old Oak tree. It flew toward me and surprisingly turned into a tall old man with a beard that seemed as long as an elephant’s trunk. And, with the snap of his fingers, I was back in my bed as the elegant smell of hot cocoa drifted over my head.
I hope Brooke entered a world as beautiful as the one she wrote about.
I wish it were a mistake and a man with a long beard could put her back in her bed.
Perhaps, in her world, that’s exactly where she is, safe in her bed with the elegant smell of hot cocoa drifting over her head.
That’s where I see her right now. Because Brooke may be invisible, but it doesn’t mean she’s gone from our hearts, minds and souls. And I’m going to believe that she feels warm, happy and safe.
2 thoughts on “An Invisible Day”
Brooke was a writer like her mama. You are right that she is in our hearts and always with us. We miss her so.
I just love you added Brooke’s sweet, beautiful story. I could see her description of the world she was visualizing and trying to share with the reader. And I loved it! I hope she’s in a place just like that full of beauty and wonder. I heard quote from my meditation class, and I keep thinking about it “we’re not human beings seeking a spiritual experience, but spiritual beings seeking a human experience.” Was she here to have the experience of a loving family, navigating through jr. High, seeing the ocean, laughter, tears of pain and dancing, and spinning and twirling, hair wrapping around her shoulders.