Bring Me Home
What I'd like to give you, is an ounce of my perfume
Sharing like we use too, we never took or did presume.
Sisters growing together, our bond very tight,
Though when little children, had the odd minor fight.
Forward to that day when your beauty fell asleep
Family hearts broken, many tears we all did weep.
Losing you, was the hardest thing, I've had too bear
Mourning, grieving deeply, wailing cries of despair.
Time went by people told me, dreams they had of you
I had no visitation dreams, which left me feeling blue.
The evening of my birthday, alone in the back room
Suddenly I smelt, the aroma of your perfume.
Walking around searching, trying to find out where
Hoping and wanting, I would find you standing there.
My cousin who was visiting, strolled into the room
That exact moment, gone was your scented bloom.
I asked if he could smell anything, within the room air
"No" came his puzzled reply "nothing anywhere"
Was it my imagination? or a subconscious wish?
This was the first birthday, without my little sis.
I truly believe, you was there, and sent me a sign
Your birthday gift telling me, your never far behind.
Warming glows of inner peace, I no longer felt alone
Together we'll be again, when God calls to bring me home.
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Written 03.10.21
Copyright © Emilia James | Year Posted 2021
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