As I closed my eyes to go to sleep an overwhelming sense came to me, my mother and father are now both gone, and as my tears tried to pass through my closed and tired eyes
I opened them to the tender stream of teardrops
the next thing I remember
Is asking my father if he preferred wine or beer with his dinner, my mother didn't drink, he replied 'wine a good bottle of chianti wine please Shirl' I was so thrilled
and as I left the house to find his grand bottle at the near by store
I just remember feeling such happiness
and just as I went out the door, I awoke from my dream
I found it was a sign...
a sign that they have once again found eachother on the otheside
and yes...
I find myself
overwhelmed in peace and tranquility
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem