Poetry

Visiting in Death (#1526)

My grandpa came to visit me,
He was the last person I expected to see,
You see, he’s been dead for a couple of years now,
Yet he stepped into my dreams somehow,
It was as if he knew he was intruding,
At least from his body language, I was concluding,
He appeared to stand apart from the dream,
Yet was somehow sewn into its seam,
He said he came to tell me I love you and hello,
That he missed me and just wanted to let me know,
I related the same and hugged him tight,
And just like he came, he faded from sight,
It means a lot that he took a moment to stop by,
Even now, thinking back on it, it’s hard not to cry.

Any Thoughts?

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