Ellen Gwaltney Bales Poet Rhyme

All These People

Where do they come from?
They haunt my dreams every night
I awake in dawn’s early light
And expect to see them there
But they have fled into thin air
They seem so real, I must admit
Yet I can make no sense of it
These people were once flesh and bone
Were once quite alive
And now they fill my dreams
Are they calling me home?
That is how it seems
I awake from these scenes
And wonder what it means
Was Michael here in this room
Or does he rest in his tomb?
Oh, how I wish it were real
That one more night we could steal
But no, I’ll have to wait
Until death seals my fate
For now I’ll have these reveries
Nothing more than memories
Soon enough we’ll meet once more
Sooner, sooner, I implore

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Gary Radice November 16, 2023 at 2:14 PM There is a type of honest, real love that can only be found in grief. Thanks for sharing Ellen. Cheers - Gary

Ellen Gwaltney Bales November 16, 2023 at 9:49 AM Thank you for your comments, Daniel. However, I am not in hospice care--far from it. I merely dream about my deceased loved ones quite often, which I actually find a comfort.B

Daniel Turner November 16, 2023 at 5:44 AM This is a sad poem to me, Ellen. It is well written. Ive watched many videos about hospice care. They say before folks die they say they are visited by the loved ones they have lost, including their pets. Take care and God bless:)