A lady ghost paid a visit
in an early morning dream
clad in summer blue and
yellow, flowers colored cream.
Gray hair done in a soft perm
eyeglasses old Cat’s Eye style
her bearing a humble elegance
and gently smiling all the while.
Neither of us felt the cold of
fresh ankle-deep pristine snow
only joy and gratitude in this
reunion, faces and hearts aglow.
Pronounced my guardian angel
she quietly returned a hug-hold
her presence in the snow a reminder
that love melts away life’s cold.
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
Bertha was a lady who, with husband, moved next-door to my childhood home in early 1970s, after retiring from a life of farming. She and George were like grandparents to all the neighborhood kids.
Cindy is a published poet who writes an average of one poem per day. She's also written five novel-length stories, is working on two others, and hopes to be an author very soon. Cindy resides in the Desert Southwest of USA with D, her husband since 1993.