Visit

So many have
Passed away over
The years it is hard to
Keep track of them all but
Some of them visit me in my
Dreams we have lunch some
Where talk about all my fears
Hopes dreams family and our
Friends and these occasional
Visits raise my spirits inspire
Me to remember the times
Gone by things we all did
And hoped to do though
We never talk politics
Or religion but only
Good memories
Sharing with a
Dead past we
Both still feel
Was just a
Short time
Ago the
Things
Still
Sharp
Visit to visit.
Then they leave
And one day I will
Tag along happy to
Start a new excursion
But meantime happy here.