I spoke from my heart. Told you of the light. Of gifts given. Of angels sent. Of chances used.
Vacant eyed and cold, you irritatingly snapped back at me. “ I am not like you! I just don’t understand ANY of this stuff!”
Calmly, and confidently , I sat down next to your shaking body. Putting my hand on your scabbed up chest , I brought my voice down to a low whisper..
“One day, many lifetimes from now; you will. On one fine day, just like the wind ; a soul memory will sweep over you. Of times past..of love taught. Now that , sweet boy;
that will be me. ”