My Paranormal Life

Upon my years of pre-puberty, a distant relative had died. During this period of time, funerals were held in a home. Family members would visit and pay respects and confide. This is a tale of my first and only visit within this poem. Had never previously been in this home to even roam, Parents of mine knowing this they were so amazed. With the knowledge, I kept and freely gave un-hazed. These relatives of mine, I had never met before, ever. Had no knowledge of existence or even the town, Upon entering their house, I was not afraid to deliver. Though with each word I spoke, silence went down. Both of my parent’s faces were placed in a frown. They were afraid, I would get lost in this residence. Then I began describing details, in precise presence. Top of the stairs, with bath the first room on right. Of the hallway, that lead to each bedroom I knew. Every picture or painting that came into their sight, Colors of walls, carpet or wood floor, my words flew. How did I know these things, then upon that cue? I have been here before in a dream, or previous life. Knowledge that someone had died by using a knife, Twelve years old, such amazing words I gave to them all. Having no explanation, everyone carried on the wake. My parents decided it was time to leave, before I saw. My ancestor lying in a coffin, afraid of what I might spake. Never was there very much conversation or what to make, Of this case of paranormal events, that I lived and shared, I still have dreams; some come true, though never scared.