To Gram
by Emily Wolf

White feathers drift by on a lonely breeze
For a moment I think it is you
I know you are gone, a victim of fate
Which seems almost normal under a placid sky of blue

But I still feel you here, I know it, I see you
I can sense you near, my heart flutters a moment
I know it can't be true
Certainly not under this placid sky of blue

Something touches my shoulders, I turn around to see
A purple petal falls from a yellow blossomed tree
I know it is you, you are reminding me, "I still watch you"
I call out, I pray, telling you, "I heard"
I sigh and sit back under a placid sky of blue

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Poem Copyright © 1999 by Emily Wolf

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