In my sleep I hear a voice
Loud enough to wake me
I feel her nearby, leaning in to me
A quiet whisper
A heavy presence
"Hi," is all she said
I turn to look in the direction
Of the sound
No one is standing near the bed
No one is in the room
I am not spooked, just curious
Wondering who it could be greeting me
I think of all the family and friends
Who have passed away
Which one decided to visit?
I go back to sleep
Remembering the love, the warmth of those souls
Happy for a visit on this full moon
This Winter Solstice where spirits
Roam on the longest night
About the Creator
Kathleen Anderson
I love stories. I love to read, watch, and create stories. Since childhood, the library has always been a sacred place to me. Writing transports my soul's hidden depths so the world can share them with me.
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