Caren Krutsinger Poet Prose Poetry

My Father Told Me This Story

My father told me this story.
The day my father died, the ceiling opened up and I saw my mother.
She was coming for Dad.
Did anyone else see it? I asked.
I don’t think so.
When my mother passed I visualized Dad coming to get her.
This comforted me.

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L Milton Hankins January 20, 2022 at 8:18 AM Yes, indeed. We all have these comforting moments if we look for them. One reason people don't see is because they don't look! Caren Krutsinger January 20, 2022 at 8:33 PM They don't expect to see it, my dad always did.