Returning home from volunteering as a kitchen aide, <br />who helped much older people get warm meals, <br />you could not sleep at night, because your little feet <br />were hurting you so badly, that I felt honored <br />to lovingly massage them, as gently as I could, <br />meanwhile enjoying your grateful oohs and ahs, <br />and big, relaxing yawns, and finally, my royal fee: <br />a thankful hug and countless kisses. <br />. <br />Oh, how I wish that I could take those lovely little feet <br />into my hands again, massage and kiss them, <br />and hear you whisper sleepily, 'I love you, Billyboy...' <br />But you are peacefully asleep in Heaven, now <br />awaiting patiently that Happy Morning, when we <br />shall finally be together again, to live for all Eternity <br />in God's new New Universe, predicted by the Bible, <br />sealed by The Holy Spirit's presence in our hearts. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />by Willem VanVoorthuysen <br />May 23,2004<br /><br />Willem VanVoorthuysen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/precious-privilege/
