Your spirit smiled the day you died
despite your loved ones round you cried.
But when I came you gifted me
with light that only I could see
and to my query you replied,
“Take now the words I would have sighed
they were not meant to keep inside,
they are a gift to him from me.”
Your spirit smiled.
I told him then and did not hide
what you shared from the other side,
he listened close, said, “Can it be?”
A message he has left for me?”
Incredulous yet mystified…
Your spirit smiled.
Author notes
*smile* A Rondeau for Truman
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