LETTER FROM HEAVEN
I met my wife to be back in the year of 1941;
I had just come back from Normandy, you were assigned to be my nurse, after I was shot down by that Germans Lugar gun.
You nursed me back to health by simply using your smile;
We use to walk and talk for ages, holding each other’s hands, each and every single mile.
The War still rages as my calendar hits 1944, that is until mankind released Hiroshima’s atom bomb;
I maybe an English lion, but thinking to the future, I can only see that ending as wrong.
1945, the war has finished, we move back to the country, and we got married in the month of September;
Thinking back now as an old grey man, we made memories that year, memories that an eternity will remember.
Its 1962 now, my beautiful wife has just given birth to my first son, we are complete just watching him grow;
Today a famous actress died, Norma Jeane Baker, or I say Marilyn Monroe.
1963 Is a year I would rather forget, my tears still fall as I remember it was the year my baby boy caught a rare illness and tragically passed away;
It rocked our lives and part of me died that year, it was on the same month a mystery man shot JFK.
The year passed, my wife fights her night terrors, which soaked our sheets in fear;
I would lay awake all night, stroking her hair and wiping away her tear.
1964 was mostly spent walking hand in hand on the beach, making each other smile, which makes me feel so alive;
We sit in the Café for coffee, whilst a black and white TV shows us a new Motown group, named the Jackson 5.
In 1965 our leader and icon Winston Churchill dies as my reflection shows me a man starting to get grey;
My wife still looks so beautiful, she can brighten up any darkened day.
Today our fellows across the pond landed on the moon;
My skin is starting to feel wrinkly, in fact my face now represents a prune.
The next 10 years are spent living like we were living in a fairy tale;
My wife and I are soul partners, a team which could never fail.
1977 as the king of rock dies, a film called Star Wars hits the silver screen;
I adore my wife with all my heart, even after all these years, she is still the prettiest lady the world has ever seen.
Its 1980, the news bulletins ring out John Lennon has died, shot whilst his poor wife was a witness to see;
In 1981 another true musical legend passes away from Cancer, this time it’s the charismatic Bob Marley.
My wife is flicking through the holiday brochures in 1986, her dream has always been to go on a Caribbean cruise;
I say “maybe next year my dear, then we will have more money to choose”.
If I had only known time waits for no man, as my life crashes down in 1987;
My beautiful wife had caught the Cancer, and now she lives as an angel up in heaven.
The year lasted forever, making just one cup of tea, sometimes I forget and keep making you breakfast in an empty bed;
How can I say goodbye to my life, I just wish it was me who was dead.
I try to ease my pain by walking by the sea;
I reach out my hand to hold yours, but I am alone, our past has become just a distant memory.
Your side of the bed is empty, your clothes all hung up nice and neat;
I feel only half the man I use to be, I guess the word would be incomplete.
Sat there is an empty chair, every time I glance over my heart starts to fall;
Its 1989 now, the year which means the collapse of the Berlin wall.
When I stroll along the beach now it’s so quiet, no sound apart from the waves crashing down in the sea;
I sit in the same café we used to have coffee, but this time they have a colour TV.
Our house is dead quiet now, night times are the worse, and there is just too much space in our double bed;
My dreams replay our entire lifetime, and echo out the last words that you and I had said.
You told me that you loved me, I replied that “I love you to”;
Then you closed your eyes for the last time, as I reached over to give my goodbye kiss to you.
The reflection in the mirror now shows me a broken grey man who always feels the cold;
Its 1995 now, it’s my birthday today, I am 82 years old.
The years are spent alone now, no New Year’s Eve parties as Big Ben welcomes in 1997;
This is the year Princess Diana passed away, I hope she is at peace now along with my wife and son, watching over us from heaven.
The winter of 98 seemed be stuck in a winter freeze, which felt like it would never end;
I feel the warmth of angels, with messages of my wife they send.
I dream of my wife each time I fall asleep, if I’m honest I don’t want to ever wake up from my dream;
I can even see heaven, it’s the most wondrous sight my eyes have ever seen.
Its new years eve of 99, my pulse starts to fade as my chest feels real tight;
I feel myself drifting away, towards a glowing guiding light.
I see my Wife, her eyes melt me back into two;
I whisper “I am coming my love”, you reply “we have been waiting for you”.
My time on this world is over, my autopsy will read, time of death 11:11;
I have to leave you all now, as I finish writing you my goodbye letter from heaven.
BARRY MOWLES ©2011