Dancing That Never Ends

And on the 24th year of cupids and candy and hearts she flings the window wide. She needs a bit of fresh. It's been winter far too long but spring...new life... is panting. Her heart awaits it and it has nothing to do with the weather.

The breeze flows through that open pane like the breath of life she needs. She stands by the bed folding his laundry and the chimes begin their dance. A smile spreads her face...their story of the wind-chime. On the darkest of days... he pulled her close and he whispered it right there in the dark... he had something for her. He told her every time it danced to remember he loved her. He hung it from the eve outside their bedroom window where it stays year round and during the storms it dances the hardest... and never stops. All those years later she still remembers those words. At times, clings to those words.

She closes her eyes and feels the wind graze across the nape of her neck. Breathing in all that is good she is held by his love. Healed - by HIS love. And that precious babe sleeps under the dancing of those chimes and she smiles...her mama does too.

Until then...
Jessie

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