Was It Just a Dream
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During the day I don’t think much about ghosts…perhaps by the sun I’m blinded…
but in the quiet ebony of the evening…I’m a little more open minded.
I awoke in the middle of the night…(when you’re older you’ll understand)
and was immediately taken aback… when my eyes…the front room scanned.
The room was supposed to be empty…but I was suddenly aware
shrouded in a hazy glow…Deborah’s mom…sitting in the rocking chair.
I’m not sure if she noticed me…in the early morning…long before the dawn
but after closing my eyes and reopening them…Deborah’s mom was gone.
Instantly I doubted myself…
Was it as real as it seemed?
Did I see Deborah’s mom sitting there…or was it just a dream?
I’m pretty sure I saw her…
which made me wonder once she was out of sight…
if Deborah’s mom doesn’t often come to visit her old cabin in the night.
Does she seek out the peace and comfort of that old rocking chair…
to revisit her old memories and feel the love still floating in the air?
Does she sit in the same chair Deborah sits in…to be reminded her how our lives are intertwined…does she smile as she remembers all the memories she left behind?
I like to think I saw her, if only for a moment, sitting in that chair…
but if it wasn’t her…if it was just a dream…I truly do not care….
Because if she was a dream or if I saw her…coming down from heaven for a rest…
Either way…I doesn’t matter…either way…I feel blessed.
Still I asked myself…was it a dream…but any doubt I’m now removing…
If it was a dream then why…
long after she seemed gone
was that rocking chair still moving?
Copyright © Jim Yerman | Year Posted 2021
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