Quietly she enjoys the view sitting on the deck. Contentment shows in eyes that are savoring the
woods, the fields, and birds flying about under calm skies matching her blue eyes.
Wisps of white clouds accent her grey hair softly stirring in the light warm wind.
Wrinkles carved in a gentle face tell long stories of life, of raising children, of pain and sorrow, of
strength and durability, of moments of happiness, etched by friendly winds and worry. Tears blur
my eyes while my heart agonizes for her.
Could I do more for her ? For she deserves the very best. But then only one place will remove the
tears, the pain and sorrow, and I cannot give it.
Moving my chair beside her, I took her hand, and said "I'm sorry." Slowly she turned and looked
at me with eyes speaking a thousand words of love, just for me. Then she squeezed my hand. She
understood what I was trying to say, and she held nothing against her life.
Caressingly putting my arm around words came, "I love you." Her head bowed a little, then
looking up she said "I know."
"It's coming. A place for you I mean, a place that you deserve. A place where there is joy, and no
more pain, no sorrows, a place where all the worry lines are gone and you are once again the
beautiful woman I have known for so many wonderful years."
Her eyes watered as she squeezed my hand hard, and said, "For both of us."
The opinions expressed by authors may not necessarily reflect the opinion of FaithWriters.com.
Accept Jesus as Your Lord and Savior Right Now - CLICK HERE
JOIN US at FaithWriters for Free. Grow as a Writer and Spread the Gospel.