SignsA Story by Young Widow’s Muse
We asked you for signs. Something to let us know you existed someplace else than by our sides. Signs that you were ok. That your soul was somewhere out there, connecting with us. That you were still, you know, you.
The streetlights, the green orbs in the corner of a picture. She recognizes the signs. Thank you for still being her protector, for letting her know you are still her father. SM792... Your initials, our wedding date on the license plate that first Christmas Day. I got it. It was like getting a love letter. Your soul moved through me. The hair on my arms standing on end with the familiarity of your essence. The sea glass you leave me on the beach as I converse with you in my head- they are priceless treasures. The songs you have lead me to, are words you whisper in my ear. I know the signs. I do not know what it takes for you to leave these tidbits for us, but keep leaving them. They are like a lifeline, a rope tethering your soul to ours till we can be as one again. © 2017 Young Widow’s Muse |
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1 Review Added on October 2, 2017 Last Updated on October 2, 2017 AuthorYoung Widow’s MuseAboutWe are molded from experiences. Pain and joy have breezed through my life. At 26 I had a cancer diagnosis. With an unwavering husband and a precious 2 year old daughter to tend to, I beat the beast. M.. more..Writing
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