Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from the television show "The Pretender." They belong to Steve
Long Mitchell, Craig W. Sickle,and TNT. Tiffany's Poem Challenge: Whispers from the past. Wondering around
her cabin after an extremely bad day Miss Parker decides to go into her mother's old studio.


Whispers From the Past

The moon spills in from the skylight. Miss Parker hears her mother's soft voice telling her to sit down on the window

still. Sighing deeply Miss Parker relaxes under her mother's voice. Reaching out Miss Parker hits the window plank,

opening her eyes slowly Miss Parker sees a bit of white sticking out. Curiosity getting the better of her Miss Parker

gets up and struggles to remove the piece of paper. Once it is removed Miss Parker slowly and carefully unfolds paper.


To
My Dearest Daughter:

Do you know how much I love you? You are the one thing that has kept me going all these years. If the Centre ever

found out about your gift you would have been in greater danger then Jarod.

Your gift is a part of you, you should accept it and I am not talking about the Inner Sense they already know about

that. You are so beautiful inside and out. Yes I know that you work for the Centre, my voices have told me this. I

am talking about your gift for locating things.

You could have found Jarod at any time but you let him have his freedom, now my little Angel its time you

and Jarod were both given freedom. My plan you will find in the book of poems called Angel's Flight. It

should be in your bedroom on the shelf.

Love you always and forever

Your Mother


G
etting up Miss Parker quickly goes to her bedroom finds the book in question. Goes over to her dresser drops

the book so the jacket hits the desk. The book opens a little silver disk is typed to one side and on the other

is a poem


T
o my Angel: I wonder if you:

SLOW DANCE:

Have you ever watched kids On a merry-go-round?

Or listened to the rain Slapping on the ground? Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?

Or gazed at the sun into the fading night? You better slow down. Don't dance so fast.

Time is short. The music won't last. Do you run through each day On the fly?

When you ask How are you? Do you hear the reply?

When the day is done Do you lie in your bed With the next hundred chores Running through your head?

You'd better slow down Don't dance so fast Time is short. The music won't last.

Ever told your child, We'll do it tomorrow? And in your haste, Not see his sorrow?

Ever lost touch, Let a good friendship die Cause you never had time To call and say, "hi."

You'd better slow down. Don't dance so fast. Time is short. The music won't last.

When you run so fast to get somewhere You miss half the fun of getting there.

When you worry and hurry through your day, It is like an unopened gift...

Thrown away. Life is not a race. Do take it slower Hear the music Before the song is over.


H
earing her phone ring Miss Parker tried to whip away the tears with the back of her hand. Looking at
the clock she knows that only Jarod would call this late at night. Picking up the phone. Miss Parker
whispers, "Jarod, we need to talk."


TBC