January 18th, 2008

“It’s what she asked for.” A sister smiles at a friend. “Are you sure she didn’t have something else in mind?” The sister smiles again. “It’s what she asked for…With a sigh the friend follows to the counter. “Ah, a best seller.” An elderly salesman greats. “Will that be all for today?” “Oh, yes, I think it will be quite enough,” the friend replies, as the sister catches the old man’s wink.

A small party later, the book is given, inscribed with love, as a memory is born. One sister to another. Time moves on.

I see a young woman, tears in her eyes. The book held close, sisters saying goodbye. “It won’t be long until we are back, I will see you again.” But the smile of old has faded now. Yet words remain…Time moves on.

I see a mother, with a baby in her arms. A new name inscribed in the book, with love. Explosions ignite the darkened sky. Her hands tremble, fear draws closer, smearing the name, as time moves on.

I see a man. His motherless child plays nearby. A man searching for peace, as he opens the book, a date to inscribe…Tears fall, time moves on.

A soldier grips the book, with blood covered hands. “Run, my son, run! Take this book to another land.” I hear the cries, I see the terror. As time moves on.

A young man stands before a window, watching the setting sun. He turns to the medals on a table nearby. Then with a sigh he searches for the book, another date to inscribe. As time moves on.

A baby’s cry swallows the night, beginning again. With laughter, and joyous tears, another name inscribed. Hope and promise, hand in hand. Time moves on.

I see a son, confusion in his eyes. “I don’t know who I am!” He explodes at his father. The older man sighs, picking up the book. “It’s all in here…” Whispers to a son which cannot hear.

The tears again, a boy becomes a man. With anger his hands pick up the book, a date to inscribe. “I never was so confused, so scared.” He whispers, turning the blood stained pages. “He shall wipe away all tears from their eyes.” Inscribed with love…

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