A Picture Of Her

A Picture Of Her

By Paul McCann  

She appeared in the corner of my room and stood there  before me .  A light was shining around her and she never spoke . I thought why is she here and where did she come from . I had no answer . Maybe I could have asked her but I was too scared and couldn’t utter a sound , like me she was silent and still . We just looked at each other . I closed my eyes and her image became a picture in my mind after a little while I opened my eyes and she had disappeared ,

All I could remember was this vision of loveliness . On her face she wore a smile and deep inside of my heart I heard her say .

“Don’t worry ., its ok . I’ll always be here for you “

I was sad that she had disappeared . It was like I had lost a friend .

After that night my life changed  . I often would be staring into space .

I was always thinking of her and her presence was never far away . She would go walking through my mind and I watched her with my inner eye .

I became very aware of her and most days she was there .with me , unseen and out of sight by very close .I was the only one who saw here . I often asked other people if they could see her as well but they never did . I wondered why no one else could see her . It was easy for me and I could feel her I feel her presence ever where I went .

All I knew was that she was always with me and I’ve never once let go of that and I  will always hold on to that  for she lives deep inside of me .

As I grew, she also did and she soon became a lady .

The young girl had grown up as well . I was never alone in my lifer because  she had stayed beside me and as time went by and my inner eye opened more, I saw her face in greater detail . This beautiful lady always re me standing there looking at me and walking beside me .

On some occasions when I was half awake and half asleep, I felt her touch my hand .

As if to say hello , I’m always with you .

Then suddenly she appeared in a dream . She stood there looking at me ,

“I’m always here “   

She said .

Every now and then I she would come and go just like that in a dream or in a vision and her smile never changed . It was comforting and reassuring for me . .

I had no family , no friends and no one but her to keep me company through all the things I was going through .

I wondered who she was and why I was the only one who could see her.

I noticed she had stopped aging as I was growing older .

She looked about twenty and stayed that way .

When I went to bed at night during the war she would just stand there near me bed now in the asylum where I lived staring out of the top floor windows of where my room was situated . The streets far below echoed with gunfire and bombs exploding but her presence kept me feeling safe .

In my old age I was aware of her presence even more than ever before .

She left a picture of her there on the table in my room because she told me soon, I would be leaving with her and she wanted everyone to know who she was when we had gone . I was happy with that because now at last everyone would be able to see this beautiful lady who had always been with me in my life .

The End