Hovering – June 15, 2019

Doree Grief, life, poetry June 17, 2019 1 Minute

Nestled in,

It was her

Hovering in my head.

Right there.

I could feel her hand on my back,

The smell she wore.

As my eyes blinked closed

I felt her dress lightly

Brush my leg,

And she was gone.

In an instant,

Forever.

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Published June 17, 2019

bigskybuckeye says:

June 17, 2019 at 7:34 pm

Dreaming of someone I wish was still here, whether a lost love or a departed loved one. These words make me think through both scenarios.

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1. Doree says:
  
  June 17, 2019 at 8:36 pm
  
  Yes, I agree! I long to dream of my mom, but I don’t recall if she’s her ever shown up. Maybe one day ❤️. Thank you for your comment :).
  
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