THE ECHOES IN THE NIGHT
by FRANCES C RODRIGUEZ
Wednesday, October 30, 2002
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I am running into the woods
I can hear only an echo calling my name
as I look upond the trees I see the birds singing
what an wonderful song they sing ,
For it touches my heart
but than I hear the echo calling my name once again...
I keep running ,not out of fear
but trying to find out where this echo maybe coming from ,
than I see an piece of paper
and I pick it up
and what I see I can not belive,
it's a letter from my son.
saying mom when you could not find me
I was here,
listening to the birds sing , feeling only the peace
and to hear the echoes of my dad,
but now I am gone and I want you to feel peace
and to hear the echoes of my voice
for I am safe and with my dad
and no matter what
I be here waiting to be your strenght
to take your loneliness and your tear drops away...
As an parent it hurts very much when we have to buried our kids, but God has his reasons ,sometimes I feel he needs more angels to help him... well we all have guardain angels ,we have signs that our love ones try to leave , but my signs are the echoes of my sons voice...no he has not pass away but when in danger I can hear his voice ....some may say its strange but have you ever felt something maybe wrong with your child and you finsd out you were right? just keep listening to those echoes..please read short stories
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|Reviewed by Marilyn Seray
|Heart-wrentching write Frances. I hope I never hav to go through this|
|Reviewed by Ted Sheridan (Reader)
|I have buried many sons and daughters in my life, but they are not lost, just on the other side of this line that we can only cross in our time.|