Listening to every heart
A hotel tag I keep in the drawer
no number there, nor on the key
which fits, as far as I've seen, no door.
But still I keep it close to me.
Ali, may I share a story? An uncle by marriage took as his second wife a charming women who had seen her fair share of good and bad in life. They were very much in love, and she, all dressed in pink, from hat to shoes and accessories...looked forward to their honeymoon in Kansas City...
So much in love was she with him, that when he passed on a few years ago, she aged rapidly and declined to speak much again. Just a few months ago...she passed away. When we went to the viewing, there she was, looking almost as young again as the day they married, in her pink wedding dress...purse...and in the purse, was the key to their honeymoon suite...
Just thought I would share...