As I walked into your bedroom last night
I noticed a bright light on the floor
I know it was you shining down
I laid my hands on the light

The light was translucent
I could see it shining through my fingers
For a moment I felt the warmth
Of your body that once rested there

I know you were telling me
That your spirit is still here
Combining your spirit with mine
In the only way you can

Not wanting to release my touch
Pressing harder and longer
As if fearful that you won't
Visit me again for a while

About the Author

Joanne Johnson is a retired social worker. Joanne has been writing poetry for over 40 years. She lives with her husband, Joe in Worcester Massachusetts. She has two sons, Matthew and Joey. Joanne recently lost her oldest son, Joey. He died of a rare neurological disorder called Leukodystrophy on December 15th, 2021. She hopes that her writing will help other people dealing with their own grief.

Oct 14th 2022 Joanne Johnson

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