Canyon Country, CA
Twenty-four hours to let you know how I'm doing and how well I've learned to take care of myself. I've longed to tell you how I miss the safeness I always felt in your arms and wish ... and wish ... No, I wouldn't need 24 hours ... The pain ... I would not want you to endure again.
An hour Lord, to say "I'm so happy you were mine and I was yours". We had the grace of sharing a deep abiding love, so many dreams realized. We were also blessed with courage to get through any crisis hand in hand, heart to heart. You were courageous ... Battling cancer. Fighting so hard to stay with me ... but God ... The price of my prayer would cause you agony.
Just one minute dear Lord, time enough to say ... "You'll always be in my heart ... I'll always love you sweetheart, how I miss what we had together". But even that 60 seconds you would be in pain. I remember your anguish ... your suffering.
Curled up in your chair for hours now, in the quiet, peaceful night hoping my grief will soon subside. I pray for a sign. I hear a voice from deep within my spirit, very strong yet ever so gentle ... His voice tenderly tells me ... "He knows, Echo ... he knows..."
~*~ Time erases and rewrites all the lines. What remains is the poetry! ~*~
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[This message has been edited by Echo Rhayne (edited 10-11-1999).]