++*++ Once-In-A-While ++*++ You ask, 'Do I remember him--my very first love?' Yes, but it was so long ago; but once-in-a-while, I'll recall the flame that burned. I'll think of times I yearned for him. Sometimes my tears flow-- just thinking of many days I truly lived. But I wipe them away--remind myself Those were yesterdays--another time. After all, you know--I am 89 !! Some very old once-in-a-whiles come and go. Some stay in my memory, and as I relive each one, I shed another tear. So, please, dear, let me cry. . . You see, Nurse, if I am still living in my past--it's just because I want my past to last. As my tears flow, I know I am alive. Please let me cry until I die~~~~~~~ First wrote 1983; Copyright©2008 Rewritten 5-02-08 Marie L Sellers