Death is Knocking (5 of 30)

Sun is shining Birds are flying Birds are chirping Nature growing Death is stewing There’s going to be a funeral today I dreamt it Just about the night that it happened, i dreamt my grandmother had died Woke up with heart palpitations in a cold sweat Made a note to call her When I did, they assured me all was fine Two days later my mother informed me, my great grandmother had passed Guess I could sense death coming, just didn’t know from where Spirits be funny like that Can’t quite be obvious Too much future to predict But I felt it in my soul 91 years old She looks just like my mother Or my mother she Which makes it a little hard looking at the obituary bc a quick glance confuses the two I wonder what God truly has in store for me This uncanny intuition that fear/life keeps me from tapping into Wonder what secrets Mabel took to her grave More than what meets the eye October 12, 1922 I have always been drawn to Libras, Pisces, Cancers, & other Scorpios She be from geechie territory where they mix that funny stuff Before Louisiana Bayous swapped badus with foreign religions The entire family bears uncanny resemblance Almost as if one was simply duplicated becoming translucent in the process Guess death has me thinking funny on this beautiful sunny day With them birds flying And that breeze blowing People going Time passing Getting ready for this funeral today

RIP Mabel Smith Neal October 12, 1922 – April 11, 2013

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