What's that out of the corner of my eye,
Is it a spirit looming, from the other side.
Could it be my parents or my last beloved pet,
Are they hanging around me so I won't forget.
Things are missing, Things are moved.
Which one of you are telling me, I belong in a zoo.
I feel your presents, day and night,
Reminding me of our many delights.
I'm trying to be good, honest and fair,
To find my way to those who care.
Christine Kerr
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/afterlife-17/
