Texas Poetry

Courtesy of hauntedamericatours.com

I dreamed of Tom last night.

Tom has been dead over thirty years now.

Tom was my best friend for a very long time.

I think of Tom often

but never dreamed of him before.

We were in a sort of “holding place.”

Tom was happy to see me

but there was a certain sadness about him.

He missed his Daugther and his Son.

In the dream it seemed they too

had been death for quite a long time.

Tom went to a phone booth to call them.

The Living calling the Death.

I told Tom he needed to be in the place

where his children were.

One moment he  was there with me.

The next moment Tom was gone.

I know Tom is happy again.

He is in heaven

with his children.