I awoke upon my burgundy, worn sofa
Having been up all night till 4 am again,
In an unfamiliar state of mind,
Not knowing the direction or time.
Listening to YouTube somehow
Tuning into, ‘’ Angels Among Us” by Alabama
And “You were like my Mother” by Kellie Pickler.
And many more thereafter.
Sobbing in my sleep
Salty tears run down my cheeks
Listening to Heavenly Whispers
Pulling at my soul
Bringing me to my knees.
Rang up my niece
Reaching out to her.
She said, “The message was very clear.”
Grandma talking to you from above
Reaching down with Heavenly love.
(Giving me a much-needed hug!)
Whispering, “I’m proud of you
And your writing career.
But I’m just a whisper
In the early morning's dew.”
Don’t come around much to see you!
Letting you know now I’m right within your reach
A song away, an ink drops quilled.
I journey through your weary mind…
Sending you my love with whispering songs
Guiding you along to just the right ones,
Messages from me throughout the day
Stay open now and kneel and pray.
I will always be a song away
A poem to convey
Splattering ink from
A rainbow, well…
Colors to convey my love always
Listening for those ghost whispers in the wind…
Authors note: My writing career didn’t start until after both my parents had passed on; I have often wondered what they would think now. I believe I got my answers through their ghost whispers I heard this morning.
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