its my mother
I am clairaudient; I hear spirit
Usually a man, but sometimes I cannot tell
I have never heard a woman
Being clairvoyant, I sense my mother-in-law though
She can operate like a poltergeist
slamming the kitchen cupboards to make a point
My husband and I both heard her do that once.
“It’s my mother,” he told me.
If he had not said that I would not have known who it was.
My blood stopped running at the time.
I thought an intruder was in the house.
“She did not like my tone with you,” he told me.
His mother always loved me the best.
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