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.