Who is this spirit who sits with me?
I sit here quietly listening to the wind
I see many walking and looking but
Who is this one sitting with me?
Flower I brought but everyone looking at me like what are you doing?
I hear the spirit tell me never mind them
So I block them and only listen to the spirit who talks to me
She is a lady who is dear to my heart
The flowers I bring are her favorite
Matching the bench we always sat on when we was at home
Many hours go by and we talk as each day came
She taught me so many things
Now it is time for me to sit here and listen to my mommy also
Two bouquets of flowers for the two most beautiful women in my life
One day another little girl will sit here
This time it will be three bouquets
One for her great great grandmother, her great grandmother and I her grandmother
As each generation goes,
new paint on the bench of red and flowers all over
the grave in the family plot will be full
As generation after generation come the daughters to take care of those they love
Beautiful and carefree and live a life to the fullest till the day is no more
Wonder when the sons will do the same for their families?
Today I sit and visit again till the time is not for me again.
Gold trophy winner
Adding your comment:
I may be mistaken but I also feel a spirit from time to time and know deep in my heart , my very soul where they dwell. The spirit is me, my inner being, my essence which guides me with wisdom and grace. 
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