a
Modest
Collection
of Personal
Writings

 

The Writings of Ruthie Lane Smith

 

THE MEETING

I've never met you.
You were gone before I had the chance.
You've never seen me unless you are my guardian angel.
I have heard how wonderful you were.
How much you were loved and how much you loved.
I wish I could have met you.
I only hear about you.
Sometimes when I tell others of you I feel as I want to cry.
I smile when I hear your name.
Thinking, I wish I could've met such a wonderful person.
Someone who would've had a great respect for me.
I will meet you one day.
I know.
I will know you and you will know me.
I'll be the one saying, finally I get to meet you and talk to you.
I'll talk to you too, before our meeting.
I know you will watch over me and try to keep me safe from harm.
I wish you were here.
You were my mothers best friend, sometimes her only friend.
You were there for her during good times and bad.
You are watching over her.
I feel it.
I wrote you to say, someday we will have a Meeting.

- Ruthie Lane

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