Someone Walked Over My Grave Today

>Someone I know not who walked over my grave today It started on my local BBC Radio. It really did you know. A question was just asked it’s true. What was the nicest thing ever said to you? I did not have to think of an answer. To this question asked on our local BBC radio. The one that struck me off their Facebook page. They really did, you know. I shall not ring them up. I will not tell them so. As if I do, I really know. My voice will sadly go. I can write it down. As none can see my tears flow. I wish I had not heard that question. I really do you know. My sister Alma was dying. She was younger than me. She was only fifty-four. Two years younger, you see. When we were young times are hard. To a children’s home was sent. For three years, we were together. Then to different foster homes were sent. Of course, no one would tell me. As separation, at the home was made. And after a little while playing with her. I was not allowed to play. And that made us both afraid. Then the seed was planted. We had no related plaids. It was through my sister’s insistence. When, finally she was in a loving foster home. She pestered her foster mother saying. ‘Who was that boy who played with me in the children’s home?’ Her persistence finally paid off. Her foster mother did find me. We had many happy years visiting. At least, that’s what she said to me. But the nicest thing she ever said. Was, ‘Stanley, I am so pleased I found you.’ Then Cancer took Alma away you know. Now I must stop as cannot see, as my tears oh so flow...<