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Locked and Treasured In My Dreams

By DeathIsNotTheEnd

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I lay my head down onto my secure, feathered pillow as I slowly close my eyes and take a deep breath.A single tear glides down my already salty cheek and as it falls,Caressing my every memory.I dream of the duck pond down by the old leaf caked walking path,The playing park and the old trailer home in which you happily lived without a care for so very long..As I fall into a deeper sleep my mind drifts away and I dream of everything we've done and all the times we've shared,Your warm hand and your loving touch,Your tight hugs and butterfly kisses.Your wrinkled face and your forever bliss smile,Even though you are gone.There is the memory of the old barn,The horse,The cats which we loved,And the baby pigs who never really knew how great it was.I can still feel the warm comfort of you by my side,As the love and the friendship we shared has still not died.The hope that one day I will see all this again is only a dream,But my memories of you are deeper then life could heal,And I will forever keep you safe with me,Locked and treasured in my dreams.*Dedicated to Betty Elaine Strote (1921-1997)not much.... just tell me what u think. thanx Written October 18th, 2001 © on Oct 18 2001 12:24 PM PST   18 • 0 • 1

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"I lay my head down onto my secure, feathered pillow as I slowly close my eyes and take a deep breath.A single tear glides down my already salty cheek and as it falls,Caressing my every memory.I dream of the duck pond down by the old leaf caked walking path,The playing park and the old trailer home in which you happily lived without a care for so very long..As I fall into a deeper sleep my mind drifts away and I dream of everything we've done and all the times we've shared,Your warm hand and your loving touch,Your tight hugs and butterfly kisses.Your wrinkled face and your forever bliss smile,Even though you are gone.There is the memory of the old barn,The horse,The cats which we loved,And the baby pigs who never really knew how great it was.I can still feel the warm comfort of you by my side,As the love and the friendship we shared has still not died.The hope that one day I will see all this again is only a dream,But my memories of you are deeper then life could heal,And I will forever keep you safe with me,Locked and treasured in my dreams.*Dedicated to Betty Elaine Strote (1921-1997)not much.... just tell me what u think. thanx..."

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