The days I can't wait to tell you

       Some days I want to burst into the
day with a grand hello to you. The one
thing I cannot do. Yet there is joy and
hope in every day that is completed.

      One more strong push to endure
throughout this system.  Creating the
renewed sense of rewards that will be
displayed when the Paradise comes.

     Such a hope to  cling to. One where
I finally get to dance in your arms as
we once did as children. Such a grand
part of love and endurance.

    So many days I cry in silent tears.
Holding onto the pain that is deep
inside my mind.  Oh how one day we
will share the laughter,  falling to the
ground in a torrent storm of giggles.
No more will be the pain and sickness.

   How can I not believe in Jehovah's
promises? So simple,  so clear and
intentionally open for me to express
such gratitude. The hope, yes, one day
to cry my tears of radiant joy.

    Indeed to hold you in my arms
once more. The silence is deafening.
So sudden at times that I quiver in
hopes that I recall a memory of us.
Not fading, not erasing itself deep
within my mind.

    So softly I inhale. Once more I
thank Jehovah for my abundant
amount of siblings.  Still I would never
hope to replace your memory,  your face.

   So still is the choking voice. So
quiet are the thoughts. Hiding
beneath a covering only to fade from
the hurting and the explanations.

   Dear sibling I miss your face but
I will hope to find you in the resurrection.

  As for my dearest friend, yes I am
in a low moment. Missing my sister
in the worst way. Yet no bindings
could eliminate what I hold for you.

   Please I only hope, dream you read.
Sending a hug, genuine and sincere
across miles or days to help draw this
friend from her sad Thursday 
moment.

     Please just one promise of a hug.