When Momma Visited
I would say she was a ghost
It was past midnight on that chilly night
When Momma appeared at the foot of my bed
Clad in a robe, sheer satiny white
Fluttering in the breeze where there was none
Her lips moving, I understood every word
Though nothing audible in the room was heard
She said she was happy where she was
She would not come back even if she could.
written October 14, 2021
especially for "Ghost Lace" poetry contest
sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2021
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