The Last Letter By James Ottawa Poem by John Duffy

Journal Entry
4005

December
28th
1986

In this crazy long night
Like all the others

Before I lost my beloved child's mother

Whenever God shines his white light
Through the Moon

To my tiny window in Tupelo, Mississippi

I hear him
Whispering this to me

Have I told you lately
My poor child

Soon you'll bring it all home to me

All those wild nights
And precious times

When you were set free
With someone like you

So on sad days like this
After your love
Your precious domino fell

See my light
Look to the moon

And yell

Hallelujah
Lord hear my name

Into the falling rain
And always remember

I hear all those who cry out in pain

And still see all those days you all were born to be free
For all love never dies but always remains

So don't cry
But lift up your hearts

For by me
Stands your all your Dominos

Waiting for you

To once more be set free
But this time

To see
What the living can't see

With yours whispering
Tell him

My husband

His child's
Mama knows
He's gotta know

This place in Heaven
Is the ultimate picture show

So be patient my son
Your race will soon be run

And see that white light you see
Shining through the moon

When your time comes
The moon opens up like a doorway

And when your astral cord is broken

You'll see the white light turn into a bridge leading you into it

And when your feet touch that floor

When that door closes
All will be made whole
Once more

Then the words been spoken fades

It's the same usually every few days but today

I'm sure that moon looks to be ope

(C)
Copyright John Duffy