How Can That Be

HOW CAN THAT BE March, nineteen seventy five it was a night, I could never forget. I was in bed reading a book, when I noticed the blue curtain moving. Followed by a gush of cold air, coming in from a closed window, filled the room and then enveloping me. My grandmother Dolores’ face appeared, so close to my face and kissed me. It was so vivid, so lifelike that I felt the tenderhearted kiss she gave me so deeply and it would stay in my mind and heart forever. How can that be, when she was in the Philippines, which is thousands of miles away from the United States. I got a call the next day that she passed away! 10/1/20 The "Unexplained" Poetry Contest Carolyn Devonshire