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
Getting 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
To 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.
Hearing 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
