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Dinner Guests

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.


2 Comments on “Welcome Home

    • 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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