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life in the halls

Miscellaneous By: bshydin

a smile to you

Submitted:May 4, 2008    Reads: 74    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

life in the wall`s

deformed from the feeling in this mind, he speaks as slow as he can , i read the written word from the letter as if he stood next to me, asking for reason in a long dragged out way, for my reply,,,,, my thought in passing, listened to my own word of what i`ve wrote, i give my self to him, to feel once more,,,, nudge his mind with careless action, he responds with a cry...... sometime ago a life lived with joy, as he had held everything in his hands, his children in his love, his wife as his friend that will stand by his side just before the white covered his closed eyes,,, a fighting way he had done, he still seen when his time was over, the mysteries of alone creep towards the small hands to carry away what joy they had, in following days were quit except a faint sound of his voice in the memories as they walked the halls,, a want,, to run away and hide and cry,,,, pictures hang with a voice as if he was still there, movement in the day ahead with out him near,, wife, alone with out her friend as she wipes the finger prints from the granite and lays the pearls to rest,,,,,,,, when losing someone dear to heart you miss what was there, we tend to over come the passing after many days of tears, Helen wrote me in what was her gift to me, to thank me for what i`ve done, spoken to her days after his funeral to keep her at her will, her sadness was never forgotten and the children played in silents, i help in a way that kept her awake with all the joy that was live from the beginning, it`s hard to understand death while others rely on others for comfort, i showed Helen that he`s still in her for her to carry his spirit as she walks, to take the time to show her love to linger through the halls, the spiritual journey she can take as she lays with her pillow and holds the little hands with generous love, so a belief stands with her,,,, that the sun will keep rising and the nights will still fall,, with her love, he`s in the wall`s for her to touch,, to Greg, the day he flew with the fly away wings for the love he left for Helen and his two children, a beginning of joy for he hadn't left their thoughts as he carry`s his voice through the halls of his life


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