THE 5AM DREAM
I walked through the lane,
From the place where
I would hope
He'd live again.
It was a sunny morning.
As I crossed the street,
I saw a man, 6 ft tall with white hair,
And wearing a blue shirt.
As he turned around, I knew it was him.
He smiled and waved,
Looked up and saw the light.
And then I knew the rise of the sun
On that Friday morning.
- Victoria M.
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I wrote this when my Father died.
