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Mourning

Comments, please. I didn’t want to wake up, but I had to. When I got up, I saw much the same things as before. There was more food on the table, more half-smiling, half-crying people crowded around my grandmother. My Uncles continued...

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Tears to Roses

This is a song inspired by one of my favorite songs, "Whispers in the Dark" by Skillet...

I cried. I was finally alone and I could let it out. With my family out of town for the weekend, no one would know. I let the tears fall, curled up on my bed, months of stress and pain flooded out my eyes.

I didn't hear him when he came in, he moved so quietly. "Lisa?" I heard him sigh. I jumped, and turned around. There he was, standing over me, so worried. "I'm so sorry, you said to visit you, and no one answered when I knocked so I came in and.... Lisa, are you ok?"

I cried harder, I couldn't stop. I tried to sit up but I felt weak. "George, it's not what you think, really. I've just had a long day and..." The memories flooded into my mind. Tears flooded my face and wouldn't stop.

He sat on the bed beside my, leaned over, wrapped hon arm around my waist and rested his chin on my shoulder. "It's ok. It's ok to cry. I knew you were stressed but... You should have told me Lisa."

I slowly calmed. "I didn't want you to see my cry." I sniffed.

From behind his back he pulled a red rose. and held it in front of my face. "Everything cries, Lisa. Even flowers, when they drop thier petals, its like colorful tears, scenting the earth."

I chuckled at his lame analogy, but he kept going. "See, there's a little laugh. That's what I'm here for..." And he bagan plucking the petals from the rose, dropping them onto my face, to mingle with the streaky tears. "...to turn your tears to roses, beautiful and sweet."

And so, I cried as George held me. He stayed, kissing each tear until I fell asleep from exhaustion. He was still there when I woke up. But, that's another story... (The End)

And if you're interested, this is the song that inspired this...

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