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near the end
he wandered –
could scarce remember me
a vanilla shake
then
he’d start to fall
searching for a memory
within a stranger’s face
a picture of a picture
permanence displaced
tho now and then
those liquid eyes
would speak when words were lost
in silent conversations
we’d say it all –
the best of best
a world made right
love –
and there’d we stay
wrapped within the moment
of ten thousand
sweeter days
I’d whisper
as he fell in love
with a voice he knew by heart
arms that reached
to find him –
with every precious
start
. . .
Author’s Note: In the months before my daddy passed, there would be days when I visited – days when he didn’t know me. Yet, he would allow me there, watching my hands as I touched him, my mouth as I spoke…… I’ve often said that every girl should be allowed at least one moment when their father falls in love with them. ❤ And here, we stay.
tornadoday 
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I still recall knowing my daughter’s voice (cry) among all the others in the nursery on the day she was born. Surely he was blessed to have fallen in love again ❤
It’s amazing (and not really) the ability of the heart to expand – to retain every moment without regard to time or distance between. I am sure J knows this, but if not, you should tell her. ❤ It reminds me of a song leader at my parents' church years ago. He (Mark) is blind, and try as I might, I couldn't sneak up on him. If I failed to wear perfume that day, the moment, my hand fell into his, he knew me ❤ Is it any wonder we belong to one another? ❤ Thank you, Peter.