I Had A Feeling

Rue felt her presence

The moment she arrived

Rue look up and seen Missy

Denver's tales of her beauty

Were not contrived.

Hard to imagine

What they've been through

They came up to the table

"Hello Again, Rue!"

Rue gave Denver a smile.

"You clean up well."

Lotta and Satchel left

So, Rue offered them to sit a spell.

"I wished to thank you"

Said, Missy

"For what you've done.

Denver wouldn't have survived.

If Snake Bite had won."

Rue pulled out the pouch

That Denver had given to her

"I don't know what this contains

I thought to give it to her several times

but for some reason refrained."

"However, I kept my promise

I looked after her

Not that she was aware.

She's been very busy.

I've given her not a moment to spare."

"She's been working to create iron works

For the hotel.

So, business has been good for her,

In case, you couldn't tell."

Denver took back the pouch

"Thank you again, Rue.

It would seem we both owe you.

A debt of gratitude."

"Not at all, not even a little.

I know what it's like to live a lie

Which is exactly why

I chose to help you on the fly."

"You have a chance to make this right.

You've both had quite the fight

But I hope Petra is ready to accept

This secret that's been so well kept."

"If she seems to wish to deny

Whenever it is you do try

Don't take so much to heart.

Give her time to accept things on her part."

Petra stopped in the doorway cold

Hearing her name spoken so bold

Something to do with the couple with Rue

And a secret that seemed to involve her too.

At first, she pretended not to hear,

Of being called an eavesdropper, she did fear.

Before she thought, her mouth was open,

Asking Rue, who were these people at her table, 

not realising she had spoken.

As always, Rue was lightning quick, with her responses,

Please join us, at the table, and show us the new Sconces.

This is Mr & Mrs Barton Denver, from the Liberty Belle,

I was just beginning to inform them of your skills in the art of fine jewelry, 

perhaps this is something you should best tell.

She walked over to the table, and Missy's face came into focus,

Her knees began to buckle, what's this hocus pocus?

This was a face she'd seen, a thousand times before,

How was this possible, it shook her to the core?

She looked like the mother of, her invisible friend, Shadow,

Who was always there for her, when she was low?

She'd always assumed, she was a figment of her imagination,

But here was, her older image sat at the table, the most beautiful woman in creation.

Her first instinct was to run, but wobbly legs kept her at the table,

She let herself flop into the seat vacated by Rue, now examining 

the wrought iron Sconces, ensuring they were suitable.

There were, so many questions, racing through her head,

She had to gather her composure before she completely lost the thread.

She refocussed, and recalled her name and the word secret, being used in one sentence,

This had to be understood, she needed answers quick or would leave their presence.

Missy spoke, as if by invitation, saying let me explain, "I won't beat about the bush..."

Denver went to speak, she touched his hand and asked him to hush.

"I'm assuming you are aware that you were adopted as a baby, and presumably told that your birth parents were deceased,

The last part is a lie, a fiction created by your abductors so the chance of you looking for us would be reduced.

Missy went on to explain in detail the circumstances and treachery that led to their separation,

Carefully, maneuvering around the subject of a sister, and building any expectation."

"Hopefully, by now, you will realise, that Denver and I are your birth parents,

We searched, this vast country in the hope of finding you, but your whereabouts were far from apparent.

Then, without hesitation, Petra asked, "If you are truly my birth mother,

Then, where is my sister, or are you some kind of trickster?"

"That's an interesting Question, what makes you ask,

but I can assure, I wear no deceitful mask."

Frustrated at having to field this question, Petra replied rather abruptly,

"I've had an imaginary friend since I was a child, and pointing at Missy, 

she looks like yours truly.

I can't explain, but as I've got older,

She haunts my dreams, it's as if she is growing bolder.

It's a well-known fact that many twins, share an intrinsic bond,

I've put, two and two together. and concluded that we too are bound."

"Petra, all I can tell you, is that I had a vision of your sister, who like described looks like me,

There are those, who would say, it was a side effect of a faint, but I believe that through your

dreams, she's finding her way home.

So, in your dreams, let her know that you believe in her existence,

Welcoming her to be, not an invisible friend, but a sister in your physical presence."

"Tell her, it's time for us all to share this life with one another,

Tell her, we can become a family, and share the love of a father and a mother.

Tell her, this will bring an end, to a lifetime of lies,

Tell her, there is no need for an invitation, we are bound by blood and family ties."