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Sorry momma, but I must stop you from going to heaven.
I will travel back in time to July 24th 2007....

I would stop you from getting on that plane.
No momma, your son is not going insane.
You would not have travelled to Miami to see the rest of the family.
I'm here to prevent your death and my insanity.
You ask me what's wrong because of the tears rolling down my cheek.
I'm trying to find my voice but this emotional pain won't let me speak.
Just let me hold you momma and savor this time together.
I love you and don't want to lose you again - no never!
Let me look in your face, stand here in our embrace now and forever.
I refuse to let you out of my sight, even for a night - not ever!
                     We then talk for hours and about everything.
You tell me about Heavens flowers and how you listen to Angel's sing.
You tell me about the many mansions and streets of gold.
About meeting Biblical Prophets of old.
You tell me how you're so very happy in Heaven.
About socializing with those passengers from nine-eleven.
                      You then smile and say, "Son I have to go, and 
just know when your time comes I'll be the first to meet you beyond the rainbow!"

I awoke with tears in my eye.  I wanted to die, but I'll hold my head high,
For I'm unable to open that door to July!!!

*Laura McKenzie's contest "Recovery from Life" - also PS read my "For Grandmomma"

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