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Your heart will always make itself known through your words...

 

Sometimes I can't remember what I did last week,its a sad fact that as we get older our memory fails..


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I was given a precious gift and want to share it with you..


Last night I laid in bed thanking of your birthday and what I could get for you.



Mary Alice Sloan,Myers and mother Mary Louise Fleshman ,Sloan Kuhn

As I slowly drifted off to sleep I began traveling down a road I no longer knew.
Not a single road mark did I recognize,the road was steep in places and I was getting tired but on I walked thanking just around the next bend I would see something I recognized and in doing so would be able to find my way.






There were many dead ends and soon I came to a cross road , in frustration,I cried out in panic to God,I have traveled this road before ,yet I can't remember the way ,I needed a memory of just one land mark for then I knew I would be home.



You see I was trying to remember my very first memory of you ..



Then it came..A touch so gentle and soft as if the wings of an angel had brushed against my cheek as I turned my head on the pillow..
flying so close that I could feel the warmth surround me .



As I surrendered to sleep, tired as if I had just taken a long journey ,I heard a whisper a sound so faint almost not heard by human ears.


It was my heart beating ,echoed in my ears,and a voice saying ..
Not with you mind --but with your heart ,come I will show you the way...




My Heart Remembers

The first sound I heard was your heart beating ,as I laid beneath your breast,the soft rhythm kept me warm and constant.



Sometimes I would hear noises, faint strange sounds that sometimes would make me afraid,I would turn over and kick the best I could, not knowing or liking this noise that intruded into my peaceful little world.


Your Voice was the first I heard,and Loved


But there was one that I KNEW,and when I heard it I felt save and warm ,sometimes I could hear songs being sung by this voice ,I didn't want the sweet sound to ever stop.


I was content in my small world and thought I never wanted to leave....


But strange things were happening and I grew afraid.....


My world was getting smaller and some force was pushing me away ,I fought to hold fast,but this force was stronger then I....


I fought hard and thought I heard my beloved voice cry out in pain,crying out the same way that I was crying out ,fighting so hard to stay in my warm world,beneath the soft swish ,swish, sound that was my constant companion from the very beginning....



Your touch was the first one I felt



I seen a strange light,and this caused me to cry out as loud as I could ,I never knew fear before ,it was something I did not like,I felt ....something ..grab me I did not like the touch and cold I was so cold ...



Then all of a sudden ,I heard your voice,I knew that voice,I begin to calm down ,and then I felt your touch so soft against my cheek.


I wasn't afraid anymore,and soon drifted off to sleep.Peaceful restful sleep,I loved this touch ,and soon learned that each time I cried out the voice and touch would be there.



I played this game often,this was even better then the small world I left.This touch was the first thing I fell in love them..



My Heart remembers.



You ask-- where did I find the words --Your heart will always make itself known through your words... Cliff and I went out to a Chinese restaurant to eat Friday night .Cliff opened his fortune cookie ,I left mine in the restaurant. In the car I noticed Cliff had stuck my cookie into his shirt pocket and laughing said to him ..what you thank you need two fortune's..
it lay in my car until today when I decided to open it...

The words read...Your Heart Will Always make itself known through your words..

Sometimes I thank God knows the guestions before you ask



My Heart Remembers --Happy Birthday Mom I love You
Your Daughter Mary



 

 

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