Death

Parents are dead these many years,
Pets have died,
They all leave me with ghosts of their presence
While alive.

Ghosts are welcome visitors,
Encouraging and wise.
Company in my solitary pursuits,
I am gladly haunted.
Mixing this world with Spirit world
Is familiar for me.
Rarely have I feared
Spirits.

Though my grandfather
was noisy with his carved box,
I was younger and felt fear,
Never knew him alive.
Now I would welcome him,
Artist and drunk.
He was just saying Hello
To his only granddaughter.

Sorry I rejected him those many
Years ago.
Perhaps he will come to visit again,
In my meditations.

There are unknown Spirits 
Here in this apartment.
I hear them at times,
Feel their presence.
Death does not scare me
Simply end of flesh living.
Spirits move on to other realms,
Some stay close, others are occasional visitors.

Once, I feared my father’s Spirit,
I thought he would hurt me again.
With time I see he teaches me patience,
Persistence, application of willpower.
His old actions almost forgotten,
He always was a good teacher, and
Ugly drunk.
His flesh was cruel at times.

My mother gives me creativity,
Observation, strength.
Her flesh was tired, struggling,
Ready for death.
Though she taught me well wonder of old natural ways,
I learned to love the night sky with her,
Connected to the moon with her.
Glad she is now a celestial artist, in peace and beauty.

I don’t know how long I will live,
I am closer to death now,
On my black days it is a welcome thought,
On my light days it is just a fact of living.
Sad for loss of flesh connection
With my family.
But grateful for the undying Spirit connection,
Teaching me love, hope, faith, magic.