Passing

my dad’s sister

vividly remembered

the night their mom died

~

a vision

at the foot of her bed

~

a beautiful girl

surrounded by green grass

lovely flowers

~

in her low dialect

she spoke

~

Look at Me

~

she thought

I’m dreaming

again

~

Look at Me

~

Look at Me

~

then gone

my aunt took sick

three weeks in the hospital

a severe flu