Dad came for a visit
and we discussed laundry soap
in my dream.
He didn’t ask about Mom,
and I didn’t tell him.
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Shawn L. Bird 
I like this a lot.
Thank you, Violet.
Natural wonders from a dream filled mind.
Communing with through the veil…
Amazing, how specific our encounters with our departed loves are.
Yes.
Susceptibe to many interpretations! Nice, thanks.
As always! 🙂
A huge sense of backstory in five lines. I like it – I have browsed your poems and you convey a sense of something deliberately unsaid, hanging in the air or between the lines. Thank you for following my blog, I look forward to searching through yours.
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