Just one more day to recall

   Sadly I weep to the sound of
rain hitting the window. Recalling a
story told about a small child inquiring
on the noise being heard for first time.

   My eyes close over the memory of the
white blonde curls dancing around rich
green, hazel eyes. To giggle with this little
girl once more, my heart would be joyous.
My gray eyes would change to slate, to dazzling
blue to glance, hear her voice.

   Just one more day. Just one more
chance to hug her. A hope to tell of
day and discuss how to make changes.

  Standing with my father, Jehovah
holding me strong. Not to shed too many
tears. Glancing down to see cold,
stoney words and numbers that make
my mind voice over and over, "NOT FAIR!"

   Still knowing I am not alone, all will
be okay. Jehovah knows I am imperfect and
will help me face my trials. Jehovah shows
me how to endure.

   Hoping to see this child, girl, woman,
sister, mother, friend on Paradise earth
in new system. That currently she sleeps.
No longer hurting nor feeling of anything.
Jehovah and his son - Jesus Christ will give her
an opportunity to learn.

   Until then I grieve for her in my own
time, my own way.