Yesterday and years have gone.

Now it is just a fading memory of all the years that were lost.

Time wasted and people’s lives left up in smoke.

Through thick and thin we said when we began that no matter what comes, like the salt in the ocean we would be together. We were united as one. Our foundation appeared to be as solid as a rock.

Fade and fading away was the love that was once potent. Yet, time has passed and we have aged. Our minds and bodies race to be youthful once again. Though appearances have changed for some better than for others the worst. Division between on union has trumpeted and disunity has emerged. Where does this lead?

Changing hearts that were once imitated by an overflowing stream become stale. A storm is coming be prepared. Oh, how the soft, ripples on the river have become at a steady pace. The sky has become gray, like the calm before the storm. The ripple effect is forever changing with the eye of the storm, comes rough, and choppy bays, with whirling winds, and now a grey sky appears pink. Hail comes down like enormous snowballs. The ocean begins to fury, and white caps on the water start to churn.

The story of one becoming two begins to unfold and the wife swore to herself to be as she was and not get stuck, or fight for finer things in life. As the storm crosses over the land it weakens. The wife tucks her head and chin as she finds out why, and when. Rough seas calm but, the landscape goes from dry to muddy like the tears that have rolled down her cheek. Drop by drop and drip by drip, her tears seem endless and she wonders if they will ever cease.

He is gone today, although deep down inside she knows he has been gone for months, and even years. Use the umbrella; start embracing for the gifts that are lined up in a row. Do not keep asking why? Why? Why?

Do shelter, and do arm the storm has begun to show calm. All things have changed in this moment of time.

Remember hearing that drip and drop sound it has vanished. The wife hears a pounding, bounding and then sounds of soft whispers are in then out. Where has the steam from the train gone? The winds are normal and all that is heard are whispers amongst trees.

Everyone involved are now safe and sound from the harm of the storm. Swaddle, and caress those in need. Hug and love like there is no tomorrow. Let them all know they are no longer weak, and now their strength and stamina have become larger than life itself. Let both of them be at there max. Oh how lives have unfolded for the better.

You see a peak of sunshine at high noon for the very first time as all the decades have passed. It has all been a blur to the wife because all that followed her day in and day out were black stormy clouds that hovered year round. It seemed as Mother Nature’s earth was stirring, and had become a natural pattern in life.

Boom-I saw it for miles, it is so bright like a work of art painted across the clearest, bluest and limitless skies. New patterns of joy, with rugged colors of all varieties and beauty have been given to the wife who was in so much sorrow. She has come face to face with timeless treasures, and now gets a glimpse of a new day and what has been achieved. Complete happiness, opportunities, and new horizons are known to her now. Forget the past, live in the present, and face what you have for the future, which is still unknown to this day.

You will just never know when it is good to have a life boat waiting because you never know when you may or might need it. No sinking and no sorrow anymore. The wife step by step and day by day is shining on.