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Together Again
He stood in the middle of The room and stared upon The wall There where it had hung for Many years was the worn Weathered green frame which Held the picture of his beloved Long since passed on On an old mans legs made frail And fragile with the passing of Time he crept to the closet On the floor just inside the door Set an ornate box with her name Inscribed across the top As he lifted the lid, light filtered Through to the inner lining, Revealing Mary's rosary With pale skeletal hands he lifted It from its nesting place and placed It to his lips, kissing it ever so gently. Gently as if it were her lips his were Pressed against He went about as if it were the every Day, dressing himself in his Sunday Best, laying upon their bed, and holding Her one and only sacred possession Close As he closed his eyes he whispered her Name and smiled, for he knew that today Was the day he would walk once again With Mary G. Williams
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