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Watching You

He can't see me, but I'm there.
He can't feel me, yet I touch him.

I don't mind when he flirts with other girls, it's what I wanted him to do.
On his wedding day, I sit in the front row, crying for happiness.
When he delivered his first baby, I held her forever.
When his wife had a miscarriage, I cried for days.

I sit on his couch and watch TV with them. I attend all of his daughter's school functions. I ride in the car when they go on vacations. I am with him everywhere.

I welcomed him to heaven one night, when he was seventy-two. He still looked like the sixteen year old I fell in love with. When he asked what I've been up too, I answered:
"Watching you."




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Luxy_Reese said...
Jun. 26 at 12:46 pm:
I love this!  Its well written, short and sweet, and has quite the poetic qualities.  It leaves the hint of mystery in the air, and thats my favorite part. 
 
BelleToBe replied...
today at 10:15 am :
Aww, thank you! :)
 
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