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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