Day Twenty-Seven
WHO CAN TELL
She sits there waiting to hear what he wrote
Her hair still wet the blanket
pulled up tight
It’s night time now and she
dreads the morning
Tomorrow who can tell how she
will feel.
She doesn't want it to end like
last time
Her memory comes flooding back
now fast
It’s easy to take the first step
but then
Tomorrow who can tell how she
will feel.
She can see clearly in her own
minds eye
Her blindness is no handicap to
him
It’s time for him to read the
words he wrote
Tomorrow who can tell how she
will feel.
Yankee Oscar Uniform he says.
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Day Twenty-Seven last year.
Despite the utd, there's a whole lot of love going on here...!
ReplyDeleteWe were talking about Nic this afternoon and I recalled the phonetic alphabet that we used to use.
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