Sometimes

 

By John I. Blair

Sometimes I’m sure
Her ghost is lingering here,
Talking to me without a sound.

I almost see her
Sitting in her chair,
Wearing a bright and graceful dress.

At such times I wish
I could hear her words,
Take her advice, her sympathy

Or even criticism, so much better
Than nothing, for nothing’s what I get
From others still alive.

©2024 John I. Blair

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