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He sat and told a story

He sat and told a story .Of a couple they once knew.

A loving , caring story . Of two childrenĀ , me and you.

As he sat there beside her. A smile upon her face.

She ask for him to read it. Then tears streamed down her face.

He knows the woman sitting there . At times she goes away.

Her mind not with her anymore. Her body has to stay.

She's in and out of our world. It's not a choice you know.

One day she sits here with me . Sometimes she has to go.

I miss her in her travels . She treks the path alone.

I pray to god she hurries. And the path she takes leads home.

I hold her hands to warm them.Sometimes I brush her hair.

The kids just brought you flowers. Hugs and kisses they did share.

You used to work the garden. pretty flowers you did grow.Ā 

We wandered in the evenings there . When our house was more a home.

When you come out of darkness . I'll be sitting here with you.Ā 

Telling you the stories .Showing pictures that are new.

When god decides to take you . If I'm not first in line.

Wait for me at heavens gate .I'll be along in time.

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howard barton

This happenedĀ to a very good friend of ours .Inear the end she didn't even know her family. Such a shame.

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