Opal Reflections
Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
Welcome Home
Was it a dream?
Or perhaps a scene from younger days.
Mom and Dad
Came to visit last night.
Happily we waved them in
Scurrying to pull up chairs.
For a moment, they were there;
We were, as once we were.
They were young again;
Her warm, brown hair falling in soft waves,
His handsome grin
Lighting up the room.
Alas the morn:
They’re gone.
And yet, they’re not.
What did they say?
Not a spoken word
Instead, a gentle shoulder touch,
A loving reminder that
We are never alone.
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Lighthouse in the Mist, Cape May, NJ
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Festive View from the Pub, Peddler’s Village – Lahaska, PA.
Home Sweet Home
Opal Reflections 
wow how sweet the memories come, with your words just wonderful
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I had a dream about them…they walked in…we did pull up chairs…when I woke up I knew they’d been here, so I had to write the poem. Dreams like that are so real, and I do believe a purposeful message. Love.
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