Though buried and laid to rest
A knot forms heavy in my chest
To think a loved one passed away
When sometimes thoughts hide the way
And tell me they are here somehow
In that room, with lightened brow
To awaken with just my call
A sleep so shallow –
Her footfall.

Author: redgladiola

Creative writer happily predisposed to flights of fancy. You can find my poetry and short prose at

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