Waiting To See You Again

Marjorie Savoie

It was the darkest of mornings when I received the call..."Carl had a heart attack. I'm so sorry...he didn't make it." He was only 50. There was no warning. So much left unsaid; so many regrets. In all this, there is only one comfort...the hope of someday seeing him again:

"And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away." Rev 21:4

I have written this song in remembrance of him:

Waiting To See You Again
by Marjorie Savoie 1998

When I was three and you were a teen
It seemed I was always waiting;
feeling alone.
Mama, when's Carl coming home?
You're face was all I wanted to see.
You'd play me your Beach Boy records;
teach me how to sing, "Sloop John B".
We'd laugh for awhile,
and then you'd smile
and run off with your friends,
and I would be waiting again...
When I was five you married
and I didn't really understand.
I thought you wouldn't be
my big brother anymore,
and I'd never ever see you again.
You said, "brothers are forever,"
as the limo pulled away, and then
I was waiting...
waiting to see you again.
The years flew by
and you and I
saw each other when we could.
The generation between us
kept it from being all it should.
But, I remember your smile
as you walked me down the aisle;
for a moment there was
a bridge built for us.
Now I'm grown and married
and your grandchildren play with my kids,
and I thought by now we'd see each other
more often than we did.
But, the only thing that's left of you
is a place I leave flowers now and then,
and I'm waiting...
waiting to see you again.
Oh Carl, I'm waiting...
waiting to see you again.

Marjorie Savoie

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anniversary date 06-13-98
date of post 06-29-98

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