The Visit- a poem

WHILE sitting still, I heard a voice

Reaching out to me.

And though I couldn’t touch the face

Somehow, I still could see.

A warmth- familiar to myself,

Someone I’ve known for years,

Who’s seen me in my happy times

And through my many tears.

A strength I felt came over me

While feeling every word.

And though no one could hear a sound,

I still know what I heard.

AND as the voice stayed with me,

For quite a long, long while,

They promised to return in time

And left me with a smile.

Retm