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The last letter by James Ottawa



Journal Entry

4005



December 

28th

1986



In this crazy long night

Like all the many others



Before I lost my beloved child's mother

In 75'



Whenever God shines his white light

Through the Moon



To my tiny window in Tupelo, Mississippi



I hear him 

Whispering this to me



Have I told you lately

My poor child

While you're still alive



Soon you'll bring it all home to me



All those wild nights

And precious times



When you were set free

With someone like you



So on sad days like this

After your love

Your precious Domino fell



See my light

Look to the moon



And yell 



Hallelujah

Lord, hear my name



Into the falling rain 

And always remember 



I hear all those who cry out in pain



And still see all those days you all were born to be free



For all love never dies but always remains 



So don't cry

But lift up your hearts



For by me

Stands your all your Dominos



Waiting for you



To once more be set free

But this time



To see

What the living can't see



With yours whispering

Tell him 



My husband 



His child's

Mama knows

He's gotta know



This place in Heaven

Is the ultimate picture show



So be patient my son

Your race will soon be run



And that white light you see 

Shining through the moon



When your time comes

The moon opens up like a doorway



A portal 



And when your astral cord is broken 



You'll see the white light turn into a bridge leading you into it



And when your feet touches that floor



When that door closes

All will be made whole

Once more 



Then the words been spoken 



Fades



It's the same usually every few days but today



Today 

I'm sure that moon looks to be ope



(C)

Copyright John Duffy 



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