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After I lost my first husband, I had to work on finding closure |
| He sleeps in a place I can not get to. I know not whether I will see him again. Tomorrow is promised to no one. We know that, yet we do not believe it willl be snatched away. Much as an eagle swoops upon it's prey. I will cherish golden delicous days, treasure moments shared. Savor sparkling memories of ravishing nights. Much like sparkling champagne tickling our noses with promises. We carved lucky charms, mystical fantasies, a magic place in time, to embrace our future with open arms. Time would never let us down our mad secret plans, complete truth for you and me. Who could steal such love? Would someone dare, a jealous spectator? Perhaps a grim reaper who knows not of heart's fine fire? Blended in a secret recipe seeds sown for twenty years. We brought forth two perfect babies. A thousand years of love, radiant nights I will never be able to share with you. By Kathie Stehr Jan. 2011 |