The Answering MachineI was finally relaxing after a long day of babysitting at the O'Neal's house. It was 9:00 pm, the kids were in bed, and I was reading. The phone rang. I didn't pick it up, I never answer when I'm babysitting. Answering machines are a great thing, so much easier than taking a message. This time I would live to regret my like for that gizmo."I know where you are," a voice rasped, "and I'll be there in twenty minutes." The line went dead.That was more than a little disconcerting to me. I ran around the house and locked all the doors, taking extra time to jam a bar into the handles of the cellar storm doors since they didn't have a lock. After running upstairs to check the kids, I came back down and picked up the cordless phone to call the police. It started to ring right there in my hand. I dropped it, scooting back, afraid of who might be calling. The answering machine clicked on; I scooted farther away. It was Mr. O'Neal."Hi, we're going to stay out a little later than ori
All Too SoonIt's all too soon.I'm not ready to let go.I can feel you calling out my name,In the silence between us.And I won't let you go,I will never let you go.You will always be with me in my heart.I miss you even now while you are close,I can't accept the thought of tomorrow without you.Please stay with me.And its still too soon,I can't bear the thought of leaving.You swore to be there forever and always,but will you be there tomorrow?I can't see you tonightas I call out your name,and I have to hope that you are listening.Where are you now?Where will you be with the rising sun?Always I will think of you,And I hope that you will always think of me.