Letters From Above She speaks in silent whispers that tiptoe through my mind and trickle out my fingers, her words entwined with mine. And when I read her message I know not what it means her words are meant for you, and she speaks to you through me. And though her days were numbered too short to let yourself be heard she wants to let you know, Dear that she knows your every word. She says you should not to worry about the things you never said for she knows they’re in your heart, she can read them there instead. Now, I know I’m just the messenger but I feel her love flow through in every single word that I write from her to you as she speaks in silent whispers that tiptoe through my mind and trickle out my fingers, her words entwined with mine. july 2003