Monday, Feb. 09, 2004 - 8:02 a.m.
I AWOKE THIS MORNNG, A SHORT TIME AGO. THESE WORDS AND MUSIC WERE SINGING IN MY HEAD. I believe they were written by my Mother.
Don’t worry Robert
Things will be all right for you
Don’t cry my Robert
There’s a love, her name is as soft as dew
Wake up now my Robert
Time to rise there's lots to do.
Be well my Robert
I am watching over you.
