When they called I got here as fast as I possibly could;

I told them I’d be here…and that you knew I would.

I wasn’t prepared to see you lying there so still.

Your eyes were closed—you barely moved until--

Was it my imagination that I felt you squeeze my hand--or was it wishful thinking

That when I kissed you on your forehead, I swear I felt you winking?

I know that you are old and frail and your body has grown weak,

But somewhere in your heart, I pray, you hear these words I speak.

I promise I’ll treat you tenderly and love you every day

If God—in His infinite wisdom—on earth will let you stay;

But if that doesn’t happen, I’ll bid you on your way

And look forward to that future time when we’ll meet another day.

I stroked your hair until at last your body just stopped breathing;

I held you in my arms until I felt your heart quit beating.

And your soul passed on from this earthly world…

After almost 60 years, you’ve left your ‘little girl’.

We made a pact so long ago that when death came to be

If you went before my time, you’d save a place for me.

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