American Women by Henri Peter
Courtesty of The Art of Henri Peter

OUR LIVES ARE AS ONE

I think of you every so often your friendship
and memories remain unbroken
I miss you my friend as I wait for the time
we are together I just can't wait
The moonbeams shinning
as I wait for your command
Comanche is coming
I see his beautiful tan.

I see beside him my steed and my son's

We wait for your Becky
we wait till the night is done
We ride to the moon and we touch the stars
My son is in awe at the rising of the sun
He is our connection he knows the way

He is our innocence
Oh how I remember those days
When we would play and talk here online
Telling our secrets and letting everyone rhyme
I miss those days and I remember them well
I miss you my friend my sister
In heaven above.

©Copyright May 7, 2007 by Danielle N. Calhoun

Still your mind, Danielle; still your mind and listen and try and smell the prickly pear blossoms that she used for her perfume. Still your mind and you will hear her voice as she softly whispers on the wind that caresses your face.

Listen and you will hear her voice as she says, "is only me Mousie, is only me; be not afraid, is just Becky, all is as was said many eons ago and so it shall be, from now until forever."

Listen and you will hear the Little One (by her family and Small Eagle to her Mother and Father). She is with you every day.

Tio JJ
May 8, 2007