Apparitions Or Dreams
Clinging to his pillow
Wondering
Would he ever lie beside me again
Praying
Miraculous recoveries can come to pass
Hoping
Finally sleeping, albeit brief
Succumbing
Bright light filled the room
Glowing
In the mid of night she sat before me
Comforting
Clad in the pink dress I’d bought for her burial
Speaking
“Mother, I miss you and now my husband
Dying…”
“Dear daughter, I’m watching over you
You coped when I died; you’ll survive this too
You’re not alone, I’ll make sure you get through
Just remember I’m always here for you”
Just five a.m., but the phone
Ringing
Alone, the vision gone,
Hearing
“We’re sorry, but John passed in the night”
Weeping
But feeling mom’s presence still
Encouraging
Made a move to another state
Struggling
Years passed, more obstacles, a fiancé drowned
Yearning
Tossing, turning and finally
Seeing
In the mid of night John sat before me
Comforting
“My darling, I’m watching over you
You coped when I died; you’ll survive this too
You’re not alone, I’ll make sure you get through
Just remember I’m always here for you”
Were these dreams or spiritual apparitions?
When trying to survive under adverse conditions
I feel no desire to seek “rational” explanations
*For PD's "Dreams" contest
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