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Awake as always at four bells
Call of nature, best alarm clock
Frozen by the sight
Could it be a trick of the light
Just a short pause and glance at the floor
There it was thirty-two years and never
Saw it before, until this morning
Etched in the oak wood flooring
Installed thirty-two years ago when they first
Bought the house on the lake
Was a perfectly depicted etching of
His recently deceased wife’s face
He shook his head, squinted his eyes
Blinked several times, yet there it remained
A perfect silhouette of his loves face
He unconsciously whispered her name
How could it be real? He turned his eyes
And turned back, it was there
All these years and not once did the image appear to him
It existed in a single board four inches wide
Roughly six inches in length was the silhouette
Paralyzed by the sight he grinned and then laughed
She had found a way to stay with him after all
Sixty-seven years they had been married
Sixty-nine years they had been together
Cancer had taken her away just four weeks previous
He walked away and came back
Stared down at the floor board
Thinking it would change, but there it was
His loves face etched by the grain
And natural lines of that one four inch 
Wide piece of oak flooring
He stood there transfixed when suddenly
He was bought back by the buzzing of his cell phone
It would be his little girl
She called every morning just to check on him
She was sweet like that
Should he tell her? No, it might be that she would not see it
He was not yet convinced it was not just some trick
Of his mind; old age was not always kind to the human mind
Every day for a week he stopped each morning
To view the silhouette in the oak floor
He would smile each time to see his loves face
He went to see his son for a weekend
Thought about mentioning the floor board
Changed his mind
It would be his secret
He could visit her in his own way 
Never really talked to her much
Not his favorite thing to do in life
She could be annoying to talk to
She asked too many questions
Could never accept yes for an answer
But oh that beautiful face
Just as in life he loved seeing her beautiful face
He was a blessed man
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