A Heavenly Visit
Some might say there’s no truth to this tale
The night I had a visitor from beyond the pall.
When my mother passed away I was full of anger
I became as defiant as a rodeo bull-wrangler
I shook my fist in the face of this so-called God
Who put my mother beneath the cold sod.
Angry a mother would be taken from her kids
Leaving them with a father down on the skids.
As the days slipped by, I became more desperate
Until one night I was visited by my mother’s spirit.
She was dressed in a white shimmering gown
And in her hair was a gold tiara, a sparkling crown.
She said she would not come back, if she could,
For where she was, everything was very good,
She wanted me to know God didn’t take her away
It was cancer that did. He received her that day.
And she was happier there than ever since birth
She wanted me to join her when I leave this earth.
That divine intervention was a release from my strife,
It changed my way of thinking for the rest of my life.
written December 16, 2021
especially for "Divine Intervention" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2021
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