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In Memory of Fred Cecil, musician
My Thoughts go back, back to a time...
when the warmth permeated this room,
Like that you would find within the womb,
The fan whirred in a monotonous din.
The air unit had frozen again.
when the music softly played a popular tune,
It was a hundred and seven at about noon.
Our clothes were strewn in heaps on the floor,
The covers were askew from the night before.
when as lovers we stirred, new morning broke,
Being together, to each one woke.
Entwined were our spirits, one with the light,
We had agreed that this was "really right".
when a new-found love had just begun;
He opened a heart where I thought there was none.
Thinking forever we'd be King and Queen,
He went off to work, to sing and be seen.
when I didn't know that on that date,
It had all been sealed; it was just our fate.
The keyboard sat silent, awaiting his hands;
His voice would be missed by all of his fans.
when I listened for his knock upon the door,
So he'd be with me just once more.
Overwhelming pain, hurting so deep.
Imagining him here with me asleep.
My thoughts go back, back to a time ...
when the warmth permeated this room,
Like that you would find within the womb.
The fan whirred in a monotonous din.
The air unit had frozen again.
Linda Cervantes Rose
Copyright 1999
Previous Publish: Story Digest, Vol II Issue IV, Editor: Shaun Lockhart, 1999
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Posted by wkunyer on 2008-12-04 23:01:04 | Rating: | Views: 64
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