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[aid] => mick
[title] => A PROMISE IS A PROMISE
[time] => 2004-02-09 05:37:36
[hometext] => My husband died when I was 33, I made a promise, it's 33 years later, and I still haven't forgotten it.
[bodytext] => I was young at 33, quietude descended with open arms embraced. Enfolding me with it's coldness, tightly around my waist! A mourning soul was I, strength stolen without fortitude. Naked of character, and subdued, waiting patiently to be rescued! With hands outstretched, complete resignation. Hopelessness in the darkness my constitution shaken. Unseen shadows of my past, hidden behind moon beams. Walking slowly, the snow is crisp, my crushed dreams. A calmness unlike any form of tranquility. A pause for breathe, before complete immobility. Why? I scream in my ravaged heart....Why? I know all the reasons, but Why? Why did he have to die? The month and day of his death loom nearer and nearer...... Is this the year I can relive his last moments of terror? Gasping for each precious breathe, his kidneys gave out! Please let him go to sleep, I pray for a painless time-out! A very kind Dr. announced his death, and with it a kind suggestion, Please go home now, and let everyone take care of you and your children. But I promised, I made a vow, sleep peacefully by dear loved one. I'll take care of our little ones, I promise I won't weaken. A promise is a promise even 33 years later. And I didn't! Created by Cheri Cam LeBren February 2004 "In memory of my loving husband Bob" [comments] => 9 [counter] => 363 [topic] => 32 [informant] => lovingcritters [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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