THE PSYCHIC

Say…. what’s your spirit animal?
Are you a Capricorn?
Got a hunch, a feeling
Think I  know … where you were born. 

Some say that I’m a  psychic
I have visions in my mind
Could be hallucinations 
Of a very special kind. 

I see you with a woman
She has long, red, wavy hair
Standing in the garden
Do you remember being there?

She was planting purple crocuses 
While you played in the dirt
You had on …your overalls
She wore a crimson skirt.

Your dog sat right beside you
His name I can’t recall
Was it “Rex” or maybe “Buster”? 
Yes, I think you called him, “Paul”. 

The young girl turned and looked surprised
Yes, she called her dog…. “Sir Paul”
How could the woman know this?
Was she psychic, after all?

“But, I am not a Capricorn
You didn’t get that right”
Could be …. you’re on the cusp, my dear
But, I’m not here to fight. 

You called the woman, “Memaw”
I can see … she has your eyes
She was tall and thin just like you
She sang you lullaby’s. 

The young woman took my hand in hers
Please, please …. please tell me more
Is she up in heaven?
Do you know she’s safe, for sure?

Yes, she’s happy , but she misses you
She didn’t get to say … goodbye
Wants you to know that she’s alright
And, was at peace the day she died. 

Sends her love and admiration
For the woman you’ve become
She wants you to be happy
To rejoice and to have fun.

A vision doesn’t last too long
The woman politely explained
They come and go , they’ve been
and gone
Bringing sunshine with the rain.

Today…. a celebration
With a  message to convey
You really should be happy
Though your Memaw went away.

She is resting, she feels grateful
For the time she spent with you
Hold tight to all your memories
That’s all you need to do. 

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