View From The Garden (standard:romance, 1016 words)
Author: Cyrano	Added: Mar 16 2012	Views/Reads: 2729/1816	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Another reverie with Lori. Understanding where we came from, how we traveled, and what we've become. Loved.

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“How long, Lori?” 

“Maybe born three centuries before I came alive.” Her voice quiet,
solemn, true. 

Is she playing a game with me, I wonder. The bones out there are the
bones of my bone and of my flesh. It goes to the pride in what our 
ancestors were able to accomplish. How they contributed to what we are 
today. It goes all the way to respecting their hardships and their 
losses, their never giving in or giving up, their resoluteness to go on 
and build a life for their family. It goes to deep pride that they 
fought to make and keep us a family. It goes to a deeper and immense 
understanding that they were doing it for us; that we might be born, 
that we might remember them. How many hopelessly empty graves have I 
stood before and cried? I've lost count. How many times have I walked 
up to a grave and felt somehow below there is love for me? I cannot 
say. 

“You've always been young, Lori?” 

“I have been before, Mr. Frank. Been loved before. I look for those who
touched me and my life: that is my quest.” 

My feeling is one of a man bound to wonder about his father. To put
flesh on his bones and make him live again, to tell the family story 
and to feel that somehow they know and approve. For me it is a cold 
gathering of facts when instead it should be a breathing of life into 
one who has gone before. I am simply the storyteller of the tribe. 

“You are a child of love. You exist. Not an angel?” 

How I found you I don't know. I've been everywhere, seen everything I
ever wanted to see and never found you. I've been afloat on every ocean 
and never seen your light calling me home, spent days lost in cities 
and never heard you calling, then one day, out of the blue your words 
came and fired my heart, brought every dream of every woman into my 
life and how I fell so madly in love with you. I mean fell in love, 
head over heels, head to toe, slap bang into the magical world of you 
and all you are. I've never been so rewarded by anything the way you've 
rewarded my love for you. 

“No not an angel, Mr. Frank. I'm Lori; a child of the Universe.” 

“Thank you, Lori, for loving me, for sharing your wisdom and your
laughter. I will be a better writer, a more special human being because 
of you.” 

“I better be going now, Mr. Frank.” 

Friendship never wears a mask. It removes the necessity for masquerading
and false faces. Carrying a friend on your back you are carried, lifted 
aloft yourself. 

“I'll help with the gate.” 

Together we pull on the big iron gates. 

“Where will you go now, Lori?” 

“I'll be in the yellow light, Mr. Frank.” And her smile is
heartbreaking. 

“Most of all I confess that my existence lately only comes from loving
you.” I whisper, unheard. 

I turn toward the house, the yellow glow through the window and the love
beyond.


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