ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
Toni Lynch started writing before she can even remember. Her writing has evolved from nursery rhyme like tempo, to meaningful pieces from her heart. [December 1999]
AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (9) August 1996 (Poetry) Sad time in my life. Something I regret. [87 words] [Psychology] Black Rose (Poetry) I would like to know what other people's interpretations are. *smile* [28 words] Crowded (Poetry) Something I observed one day. [31 words] Embrace The Wind (Poetry) A poem. [48 words] Heart Wide Open (Poetry) I wrote this when I found out about the coming of my second child. [51 words] Long Walk Back (Short Stories) Forbidden Rendezvous. [1,543 words] [Romance] My Island (Poetry) My own secret meaning. [43 words] Theos (Poetry) Something that just came to me. [224 words] When My Atlantis (Poetry) Its a poem of something I lost a long time ago. [86 words] [Romance]
Always With You, A Collection Toni Jaquay Lynch
I sat in the
crowded hospital hallway. I saw the grieving faces around me. I put my own head down and
cried. I cried for the woman who was so young, and had her life ahead of her and I cried
for her husband who was at home. He didn't even know yet. I lifted my head from my hands.
He must be told. He was my best-friend, it should come from me.
I got up to go when I heard my mother's anquished cry.
"Samantha!" I turned to face her.
"I have to go..." She crumpled into a heap and my father caught her. I should
stay here with them, but I knew I must go to Vincent...I had to tell him.
I walked out of the hospital and felt the air on my face. He
lived just down the street from the hospital so I walked right past my car.
When I reached his house I just opened the door and walked
in. I knew I could. He was in the kitchen. He didn't look up as I walked in. I saw he was
reading and smiled. He was always in his own world when he read. I went and sat down next
to him and he slowly put the book down and looked up.
"I have something to tell you..."
He closed his eyes in preparation, knowing it was bad.
"The woman you've loved your whole life...the one you grew up with...the one you
pledged your heart to when you were five is gone."
He put his head down and I saw his Adam's apple move up then
down again.
"She didn't feel anything. The truck hit her...then she was gone."
A tear squeezed out of his eye. He was struggling to steady
his breath and the pain he felt.
"Vincent, she'll always be with you. She'll always love you--"
The phone's shrill ringing broke the moment. Vincent got up
slowly, he had pain in each step.
"Hello?"
I could hear my mothers voice on the other end.
"Vincent...sweet, sweet, baby. Poor Samantha is gone. Samantha--a truck..."
Then he did something totally unexpected. He looked right at me. He looked straight at me
though I know he couldn't see me. I stood there looking at him, my best friend, my lover,
my confidant, my husband. Then he smiled.
"I already know, Mother. But she's not gone. She'll always be here."
And I was. I was there when he went to college. I was there when he became a doctor. I was
there when he re-married and had children. And I was there when he got old and sick.
Through the haze between life and death, he looked at me and said.
"Sam? Samantha? I always knew you were there..."
I walked over to his bed and laid a hand on his cheek. I asked God to let him go
peacefully. He took a breath in and exhaled...that was it. He never inhaled again. I
realized it was time for me to go. I turned around and I saw such a pretty light. I think
I'll go get a closer look.
I Will Feel It
When I open one eye and look out into the
sea I see dreams and wishes and hopes. I am confronted with death and despair and horrors
beyond the scope of all natural sight. When it's 11 p.m. on a Saturday night and I'm more
alone with you than without you I can't dream. My mind draws a blank and my love is out
ranked by my fear. I fear loving too much. You can't see that I love all of you, you only
see that you don't love me. I have to learn to heal myself. I have to learn to love me.
When a pitchfork stabs through a pile of sodden hay, I will feel it. When a bird falls
from a tree and breaks a wing I will feel it. And I will heal that bird, and I will be
that bird. And I WILL soar...
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