- After detail of painted stone fireplace and new flat black stone hearth, simple modest zen style, Seattle Washington USA (Photo credit: Wonderlane)
The contented crone sat quiet and quite alone….until the breeze began to blow.
On the breeze, floods of memories began to play.
In the breeze, she saw his smile.
She loved him so, but, it had been awhile.
Her memories were Soul’s delight.
Just to hear his voice once more.
Take the memories off her heart’s shelf…
Turning each one over in her mind.
She smiled and laughed as she heard the wind roar.
Knowing his time was now spent on a far distant shore.
The light was fading.
The room grew dim.
Still her thoughts danced with him.
Once more, just once more…
could I hear his voice speak my name?
The answer came in the pouring rain.
The thunder crashed about her head.
The lightning flashed brightening the gloom.
It was then, she saw him standing in her room.
“I have come to sing your name…
To remind you of our love.
You might want to be ready
for company on the midnight train.
Our children are coming
to see you from across the sea.
I wanted you to hear the news first from me.
I have always loved you my darling wife.
We managed love and laughter throughout the strife.
I will stay the evening till the children arrive.
I wanted these moments alone with you….
While our memories are so alive.
I have always loved you….and so much more.”
The wind shifted, it with the wind pelted the door.
In a flicker of time, they visited and sang…
It was then the door-bell rang.
“Grannie Mahara, it is me.
I have brought all your great grand children for you to see.
Mom and Dad are unloading the car.
I see Grandpa is visiting. I knew he would not be far.
We shall sing your name upon the wind…
I will set the kettle for our tea to begin.”