Both parents had psychic abilities,
I’ve come to see it runs in my family
this ability now passed on to me
I’ve always seen what will come to be
I see people on the other side to say goodbye
In death I’ll meet family once more -
My sister came in a dream to me the night she slipped away
I saw her sixteen again. Farewell Georgette
Shaking her finger scolding me with scalding anger
Although religious she neglected Jewish mores
turned from temple’s door,
In death, she’s left behind her miseries, her disease
I hear her voice lingers on a sweet breeze
I wait to hear her eternally
once again we’ll meet - our destiny
cool story bro!
ReplyDeleteI see a lot of HOPE in the poem ...:)
ReplyDeleteGood poem very thoughtful psychic abilities can help woth closure and moving on
ReplyDeleteIt put up a big question on the back of head and a little inspiring
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