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Melissa lay curled like a kitten on the soft down coverlet of her bed. Occasionally a semblance of a smile would flit across her mouth. One would think that perhaps her dreams were of the most pleasant nature, but were they really? The year before they might have been just that had it not been for the scrawny kitten her husband Jake had
brought home. He was so soft hearted and the small grey kitten had been hiding outside his office building for days. He had brought it home because he thought it would starve and he knew their three year old son Andy would love it. Andy had begged for a kitten one day when they had passed a pet shop with several in the window. Andy was thrilled with the kitten and played with it lovingly every day. He was as gentle and caring as his father.
One day Melissa and Andy were in the front yard. Andy was playing near Melissa with the kitten as she weeded in the flower beds, his blond curls shining in the sun. He chattered his baby gibberish to the kitten as his mother worked nearby.
Melissa's sleep became restless and she began tossing and turning. She was dreaming again of that day... she realized at once that Andy had fallen silent. She
had plucked a fresh daisy and turned to tickle him under his chin with it as she often did. The kitten was sitting on the sidewalk in front of the house at the edge of the yard, but Andy was gone! Melissa screamed and screamed...
She screamed again and again waking Jake who held her as he had many times over the last year. Chaos had reigned in their lives since that day. Their son was gone!
The police figured the kitten had wondered to the road and Andy had gone after it.
Someone had been hiding nearby apparently and had snatched the child.
Melissa had not forgiven herself. How could he be gone so quickly? Who would do such a thing? Would they ever recover from the loss of their darling child? Would he ever be found? Was he even alive? The questions were unending.
The years passed swiftly by. Andy would be nineteen now. Melissa wondered what he would be like. Would he still have blond curly hair like his father or would his hair now be auburn and straight like his mother's? Would he have blue eyes like dad or green like mom? Was he in college? She had never given him up as dead. So many things she would never know.
The psychiatrist had encouraged Melissa to write her thoughts and feelings in a journal and so she sat writing her thoughts and feelings. She guessed it maybe helped a little. She was writing a sentence when of a sudden it was as if her
hand were being controlled by something, not herself. Without even the thoughts in her head her hand began writing... Kiss the wind...my darling...
Far away at a small college in Boston a young man sat at a desk writing. He had all his life had a certain longing as if he had lost something or someone. It had lent a certain melancholy to his personality. His curly auburn head bent over his paper and he began to write...Kiss the wind my darling and I will kiss it too...
Melissa sat staring at what she had just written, shaken. She had never been a poet, but yet somehow she had written this poignant little verse. She read the short verse again and again.
The young man was pleased with his poem and green eyes gazed on it. He read it aloud to the air... Kiss the wind my darling and I will kiss it too... perhaps by some strange magic fate...
Melissa felt a calm come over her she had not felt in years. A peace, a kind of joy of knowing somehow that all was right with her world.
Kiss the wind my darling
And I will kiss it too.
Perhaps by some strange magic fate
My kiss will come too you.
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