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an after death experience.


Submitted:Oct 8, 2012    Reads: 17    Comments: 1    Likes: 2   



I breathed my last in the night-time hour
lay down to sleep then all went sour.
or so I thought, as I looked at my bed
for there lay my form, open eyed dead!

Thinking of my man, distraught at finding me
I appeared beside him but he didn't see.
getting up from his chair he walked right passed
I turned away feeling sad then fell into the past

I was watching a scene from long ago
when I was a child feeling full of woe
only this time I changed it, just by being there
this time I knew that somebody did care

I dried the child's tears, that was me
I held her weeping form, upon my knee
I smiled at her and she smiled back
the healing was instant then all went black

The moment passed, I was back in my room
my loved one now sleeping, with dawn coming soon.
looking on with mixed emotions and wondering what to do
thinking of my children and knowing they'll feel blue.

Then I see there dreams, oh! they must be sleeping
my son looks at me, can he see? can he see me peeping?
I tried to convey to him that I had passed on
he says "hey mum that sounds just like a song"

"I can see you", he says, "have no fear,
go visit your mum, relax have a beer".
I turned to go but instead took a step closer
Tell your father I love him and will be watching over

one by one I visited my children so that they would know
telling them, be there for there father before the cock did crow
Be there when he finds me in the early morning light
he didn't see my eyes staring into the darkness of the night.

again and again I found myself back in the past
the wisdom I'm learning is more than just a blast
things that I thought wrong were really right
the dramas that existed was planed and full of insight.

I watched with mixed emotions as they buried me that day
I knew it wasn't my ending, also that I wasn't here to stay
That is how it was that day, my children were there before dawn
drawn by a dream of me, 'there mother', who now they all morn.-Written By Robyn Brown





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