Softly sneaking, through my window,
is a street lamp's soft orange glow,
coming in to shelter, away from the cold,
hiding from darkness, it's not very bold.
Beneath my duvet, I tried hard to sleep,
just gazing, I've given up counting sheep!
In the midst, of the lamp's orange light
something catches my eye, something bright!
Dancing: they flicker, on and off to a beat,
of their very own, silver spheres that greet,
me! as I sit mesmerised by their show
that is a delight to watch, as they glow.
All I can wonder is: what are they?
Spheres of light, that come to play,
in the shadows of my dim lit room
captivated by how quick they zoom.
I just watch in amazement, at the spheres,
of different sizes, serenity here, no fears.
As they prance, and flutter like a pair of wings
it's as if in morse-code, a message it brings.
I don't understand, what it's trying to say,
maybe it's letting me know a "loved one" is ok!
could it be my imagination, running wild?
or a message off my "passed over" child?
I search for answers, in my curious mind,
hoping that one day, I will truely find,
the riddles solved, hope again renewed,
knowing he is safe, my grief starts to conclude.
Not once did this happen, three times in all,
my memory comes forward, and I do recall.
I seen them twice, third time I wasn't alone,
my Husband awake, my cuckoos hadn't flown!
He looked as suprised as I, on that first night,
watching Orbs in mid air, dance in delight,
delivering their message, of hope and of joy,
telling us he was there, our little baby boy
Author notes
Uncle Bud.
A True story, I seen these lights about 7 months after my son died. I'm positive that the the orbs were him in spirit. Not seen his face but have felt his touch, very often.
Written August 11th, 2006
A contest entry
- Tell me who you would like to say goodbye to that has passed away. by badddgirl.
800 points, ended May 30, 2007, 11 entries
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Tears
I am so sorry for your loss.
I believe that it is your son, and you have penned it so beautifully here that I am crying,
for the people that think we evolved from science,
how do you explain these experiences?
There is a higher power out there, and only few of us get to actually witness it, which is sad.
He looked as surprised as I, on that first night,
watching Orbs in mid air, dance in delight,
delivering their message, of hope and of joy,
telling us he was there, our little baby boy
Thank you very much my friend for sharing.
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Thank you very much for your much appreciated comments. I'm sorry that this made you cry, but I am pleased that you liked it enough to give it 3 applauses.
When I was younger I don't think I really believed in the afterlife, but as I have got older (and I'm not ancient, I'm 35) I have seen, felt, sensed and smelt things that tell me there is other place you go to after death. I have witnessed too many things in the last 20 years to dismiss it as just 'my imagination'.
In fact I am writing a series of stories that are based around my experiences, which are being published over the next few months in a literary magazine. (I'm not bragging, only explaining).
Thanks agin for your comments and response to my poem. Good Luck with the judging.
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ahh omg, that was like such a well written poem i loved it it was amazing great write,
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