Cecil Pinto wrote: > We hold hands. Our fingers grip each others lightly. > Together we step inside the church where the choir > has by now grown much louder. > I see us now, your hand in my hand. > This is the hour, this is the moment. > And I can hear sweet voices singing > Ave Maria, Ave Maria ----------------------------------------------------------------------------
Ah! my friend. You have now left a memento that even your future grand-kids will enjoy. Thanks. Mervyn1426Lobo
