A Voice from the Eastern Door
Step inside,
Get a ride.
Climb up to the sky.
Will I meet you eye to eye?
Everyday seems less and less,
That I deal with the stress.
My mind wanders,
Of thee I ponder.
Where you now be.
You must feel glee.
No more pain.
Do I refrain?
My dream lingers on.
I’m blue missing you.
Some days are black.
Do I react?
The Circle is broken.
What of the token?
Just like the weather,
I know it will get better.
Waiting, waiting for my time to come.
How long will it be?
Not for me to forsee.
I shall say I do pray in my own way,
Waiting, waiting for the day,
We shall meet once again.
Beyond the horizon of the setting sun,
My life just begun?
Love Always,
First Grandaughter,
Jessica
Jessica Garrow
Oct. 14, 2008
39 YEARS
Just another day to me.
Of you, I no longer see.
Your face fades.
Of this I do evade.
Gone so long,
I still go on.
How long will this be?
My grief always hidden.
Is it forbidden?
Gone too quickly,
Is that my pay?
Days forgotten.
Seems like yesterday.
I trudge on this worn out path.
Till we meet again.
My destiny fulfilled.
Love,
First Daughter,
Jessica
Jessica Garrow
Jan. 1. 2009
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