The Bump in the Night

Sunday, September 19, 2010

A Spirit Visitation

I am sitting, quiet
Quiet that can be felt
A mild breeze from a slightly opened window
It touches my arm
Does anyone know how calm I am
Can anyone hear how calm I am
I am listening and waiting
A feeling of wanting is what I am
I’ve said ‘Mom’ and I am quiet
I am quiet and I am calm and waiting
The breeze is stronger and I am calm
My memory allows me to smell her
She had her life, and I had my life
But I miss her in my life
Oh I remember, I closed that window an hour ago

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