The ghost of Rememberance

No sound 

No sight

Just sitting in a darkened corner on a wooden chair

Thoughts racing but your feet glued to the floor

 

Suddenly you stand

A sound appears in your left ear

A chime? A whistle?

 

You turn toward the echoing spur of melodies

You walk up to a door and twist the knob

There in the next room

Sitting angelically pure with a book in her hands

Your grandmother

But it is the grandmother who passed away just a year ago

 

Walking towards her, she looks up from her book and smiles

“Grandma? Is it really you?”

She says nothing and reaches out to grab your hand and sighs gently

She shows you her book

There you see a moving picture of your family together on Christmas

Laughing and cheering

People you haven’t seen in years, even those who have passed years before

Your mother holding onto you as you dance around the room singing loudly

You begin to think about how unreal this is

“Grandma are you trying to tell me something?”

Again she says nothing and closes the book with her hand under the title…

Remember who you are

 

You look to your grandmother for answers

But she begins to slowly disappear into a fine sparkling dust

You shout out asking her to come back

But once again, there you are

Alone in a darkened room

And you finally wake up. 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Sometime dreams have great meaning. Can be warnings or reminders. You are loved by someone forever like your Grandmother. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Nate]

A vary nice poem#!!!!!#!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Annie Nicole]

Haha thank you! : )

[matrixmark]

I love things all supernatural, dark and spooky and this was an excellent piece to read. The moving pictures and suddenly waking up at the end. WOW WOW WOW. Brilliantly written and such a joy to read.

Mark.

[Annie Nicole]

Thank you so much Mark!

[matrixmark]

You are very welcome. I am one who is always curious to read on when I realise that the work is going down a bit of a spooky route.


Mark.