When She Appears

(In memory of my sister, Linda) When she appears, It is my silent call she hears. She is not a vision or an apparition, I'm startled, spellbound and mesmerized. It's a feeling of heaven sent, With an overwhelming feeling of love. When I feel her presence, She has calmly arrived, and is by my side. The emotional pain begins to ease, My attention and thoughts mollify. I hear her whisper, "It's alright." Just as she did when we were kids. Although she's gone, I'm aware of her presence. It is the little things noticed, That make me aware she's near. The fragrance from long ago, Just a whiff of her perfume. Her bracelet when I wear it, Feels so comfortable and warm. Although people pass, They are not really gone. They hover and gently let us know, They are present, just out of our sight. ©2015 by Lee Christine Brownlee