Dreams
A man coming in through the
Window stabs me in the back.
I feel the sensation, but no pain.
Surrounding grass hut, I did see
A group of lions similar to a pack.
I was not harmed, I just felt rain.
Had dream coworker took me to atopsy
To see Dad, was stitched front to back.
Had another of figure out of the main
Closet in bedroom, crossed around bed.
Tried to turn on light, wouldn't come on.
Came to Larry's side and I then woke up.
Always have dreams after people are dead.
They are sent from God to keep me strong.
After dreams I wake up, have coffee in cup.
Another time I flew with my brother
When I woke up I could feel his hand
Letting go of mine. Was losing my mind.
Then there's the one of my mother,
Rising to Heaven in white above sand.
She died so sweet, so loving, so kind.
Copyright © June Ellen Smith | Year Posted 2010
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