Silver Gosling

My grandmother passing over to the other side. And being greeted by my grandfather

Silver Gosling-

I dream of Lillian
Years melting away with each step
The closer she gets to the light
Her pace quicker, lighter, effortless

Her depleted lungs filling with oxygen
Operatic vocals no longer Baroque
Her pitch a retrieved boomerang
A harpsichord plays in accompaniment

A young girl's laughter falls from her lips
Surprising her at first
then causes a great big smile

A familiar voice catches her attention
"Hello my bride"
"It's Henry again!"

Four decades have passed
Yet my love still waits
Standing at the top of the stairs
Just beyond the gate

Author's Note

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Reviews

[David Scott]

This is very touching. I do not know how these things will play out, but it is love we know will endure.

[Michelle Gent]

Thank you for your comment. I appreciate you taking the time.