December 10th

Written By: R.H. Hope - Dec• 10•12
The clock ticked slowly,
the only sound that night
as people held their breath,
wondering and waiting,
pacing in hallways,
listening for the news,
begging you to arrive —
but you were stubborn
and steadfastly refused.
 
And then you were here:
sparking her smiles,
dancing in her eyes,
lighting up the room,
blazing across her life
like a shooting star…
and thirty one years on
she may be further away,
but her love is never far.
 

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