Peace In the Light

Peace In The Light I live in a drywall box Sitting alone staring at my clocks With landscape art hanging all around me Its no wonder inspiration has finally found me One day my mind forced my hand to start writing About my parents in Heaven still fighting Knowing their bodies lie beneath the ground But believing that is not where there to be found One night I dreamt of a beautiful house It was on a sunny hill where I saw cats playing cards with a mouse There was a young woman sitting on a porch rail She turned to me and asked why I looked so pale She told me she did not die She told me I no longer have to cry Then all of a sudden I awoke Asking myself... “Was Mom's death some kind of horrible joke” The Wake…The Funeral… The Burial Mass…The Grave Mom's dream message proved to me She had risen from her Coffin in the Cave Sometimes I wonder if Mom and Dad are really dead Or are they living in my head Can our parents be more alive than we think Could they be some kind of Supernatural Link Some say this life is a trial With certain emotions recorded in our Spiritual File We all experience wonder, joy, sorrow and pain Some days… it’s a challenge just to stay sane I pray our parents watch over us from afar I swear sometimes… Their sitting in my car Maybe when we experience life’s emotions Our Parents are there recording the commotion I bet Mom sews all day She probably still has no time to play I bet Dad writes all day Will my sons ever find their way Someday I will tell everyone That Heaven maybe closer than the Sun And even though our parents may not be here When we take our last breath there is nothing to fear Because what seems like a very dark day Is really a small price to pay So the next time you hear a familiar voice in your head It could be your parents telling you they are not really dead And I thank… GOD… I no longer have to write Because my parents have finally found Peace in the Light And some day when it’s my turn to go home I will show my parents this poem Joseph Adam Elward