A Christmas Ghost Certain elements can’t be accounted for is this life or any other. No matter how hard we try, life and its mystery’s will remain. Question is do we have the heart to ask fate the right questions. Things like “What would it be like if the ones closest to me died” “Would I have the power to go on” Or maybe ask? “What would happen to them if I was the one to die”… Could you imagine the dis function that would occur? To My wife; I write now because I have truly found that I cannot answer all of your questions. Nor could I say I will come home as a man this evening and that pains me. I cannot tell you if forever is just that, and that saddens me… I know you will find that you curse the fate of the day you walked into my life if destiny already had your hand in history, and she rips me from yours just as you came into mine. Know this though I will come home to you and our daughters, one way or the other I will be there. Forgive the sadness if I miss a shotgun party, for some “John” that wants our daughter’s hand, and praise the evenings that bring me home safe, because either way “I Love You”… You have become the rock that wedges my eternity and my life. To My daughters; My season has come once again, and as we sit and share various morning drinks. This is the time we seem to dread the most. There is no passion that could protect the men that want you. As you are “Sapphires” but you have to remember there is no passion deep enough, that I could defend against. So another year has come and it is time to ask ourselves. “Are we prepared, are we ready to watch. Another Christmas Ghost, walk out and leave the empty silence. Not knowing” -As tradition always applies, or it is a measure of telling them that “I Will return” I lay the fur I wore last night draped on my chair in the dining room. Then I place my crown were my morning breakfast plate sat, with my wedding ring lying in the place of the cup I used. I “winter” turn and walk out, grabbing the fur and the crown of thorns that was chosen the night before. Not forgetting the ring that I and my wife decided centuries ago would be the ring of battle…- As the world calls for the cold hearted one…I find tears rolling down my face, just before they spider and freeze on my cheeks. One for my wife, which seems to be the longest, then seven more branch from hers as they mark the names of my daughters…Adelaide,Elizza,Harmonia,Lulu,Melody,Precious and Symphony who is still too young to remember. -With one final look towards the “Sapphires” that have made me the man I am. I turn and disappear and the screams begin-…..A Christmas Ghost begins.
Posted on: Thu, 05 Dec 2013 01:16:48 +0000
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