As we sit on the porch swinging in our favorite swing that the first grandson gave us,we are
not talking at all. I wonder what is going thur your mind. It is winter now more ways than one. I look
at your beauitful silver white hair and think to myself.
Is this the same man that went and ask dad if he could marry me. Is this the same man I use to
laugh with and cry with.
Making love to you was so wonderful and now you sit and gaxe at me, like you don't know who
I am. All you know is that this is your favorite thing to do with me.
The mind is a strange thing they told me. Sometimes it just goes.
Trying to keep it from the children and being a nurse to you everday is not what I had planned
for us. GOD do you hear me when I cry for help. Do you do this to me for some reason.I know I
did wrong in the past ,but to see my true love die like this is so much to take.
M ama ' is it time for my ice cream and Dr.Pepper. Yes darling ,you sit right here and I will make
you the biggest ice cream, you've ever had.
Well, winter has come and gone and I'm sitting by myself and thinking how beautiful the white
clouds are that's rolling in.First winter alone,but GOD is here with me folding on to my hand, leading
me to you my true love and to the promise land. .
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