I hope my girl always remembers, forever and ever, the girls who came before her.

*** Will you walk alongside her through the years - the tough ones, the smooth ones, even when you're not here?

If only you could see it all. If only I could too. If only we didn't stop until everyone's story ended together.

Of course that's not the way we want it; we never would wish for that.

We will be characters in her story, and today will be a day she remembers.

And a piece of her story will read: All I remember for sure is -- They were there. Always there. Together. Next to me. I can feel them. Even now.

Poetry, WritingsAnne FlavinComment