Some of you may recognize this. It’s an annual tradition of mine. It’s to honor the memory
of a time precious to me, and a brief part of my life shared with a beautiful young woman
who chose to share her love with me.
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At the beginning of December
Conversations turned to snow
It was always in her questions
Wherever we would go
I promised I would take her
So that finally she would know
But angels came to take her home
And she never saw the snow.
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As the chill of winter settles on the land and brings gray clouds the horizon, memories of another December come to mind and I feel a presence, and I hear a soft whisper, “Don’t fret dearest. I’ve been with you all this time, every day of every year…, and, yes darlin’, even in the snow”. A quick caress and she is gone again. Christmas…., a time we were, sadly, never to be able to share with each other.
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In memory of Gayle Marie
12/10/1962 Heaven gained another angel…, and another star shone brightly in the night sky.
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