THOSE WHO WALK AMONG US

There are those who walk among us
And visit us from time to time
To reassure the living
That they have crossed the line.
With silver glow and saintly smile
They come to comfort us
And stay a little while.
Then their mission here is done
And like the mist again they’re gone.

©Copyright January 14, 2008 by Alan L. Winters

Author’s Note: I still have visitors in the night sometimes. Most often then I will turn on the light and leave it on for the duration. My uncle’s death was expected in his last stages of cancer but the date not known. In 1988 I was on a 10 day cruise on the Mississippi Queen from St Louis to New Orleans. While I was on deck taking in the scenery, I saw my uncle’s face a few feet in front of me. I casually mentioned to the passenger next to me "my uncle just died” as if I were merely ordering a cup of tea. I called my mother when I arrived in New Orleans and she said uncle Hi died. Before she could finish I told her what day and what time he died.