A Magical Journey
I hold three magic rocks in my hand,
Rolling them over and over and over,
Leaving this reality behind, far behind.
I’m in a tranquil place, but unknown.
I find myself on a path between trees,
The moon beams its light along this path.
A trail of stars lies ahead of me,
And I look around in wonder.
Beautiful, colourful birds emerge from the trees,
Singing their melodious songs.
They drift ahead of me, lost in the trail,
And then a door appears before me.
I step through this door,
And enter a room.
I see a woman sitting on the edge of a bed;
She appears feeble and frail.
I walk closer to her,
She looks familiar.
I hear her whisper some words,
“Oh, my children, will I ever see them again?”
Tears stream down her cheeks.
Suddenly, a bright light appears,
And I’m back in the present.
Tears stream down my face.
Copyright © Thompson Emate | Year Posted 2025
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