my sister’s ghost

I saw her in dreams;
the first time
I carried her
in a basket
on my back.

No one saw her
but me,
& she wrapped her arms
around my neck
& murmured in my ear
how to care for
those she left behind;
& in great detail.

This was my responsibility,
she said,
as I was the carrier
of her bones.

The second time,
she called me
out of a dream;
one moment I was having coffee
with my mother–

the next,
I excused myself
and walked through a wall
to meet her
in some other place
made of light.

she told me
my shouting out to her
past death
was a distraction,
a pull
she could not resist.

She told me
love &  longing
were 2 sides
of the same feeling
& to feel it gladly,

but to stop
reaching out
for her
& instead
let her bones  rest

in the quiet earth
as her spirit is rocked
in the arms of God.

she said
you have to leave;
your body is waking up,
& she released me

I wouldn’t call what I did then waking.

I fell into myself,
& my eyes
were already open.


About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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3 Responses to my sister’s ghost

  1. This is beautiful! You must miss her so to long for and love her this much after her transition! As you so artistically paint it , physical barriers can not stop our minds as they journey even to earth’s ends to meet persons we love. Everything passes away but love perdures! May the sands of where she lies rest lightly and gently on her! and may our God who is love rock her gently in His eternal bosom of light and grace!

  2. Thank you, Noel–this was almost completely written when my eyes opened this morning 🙂

    How like my sister, in the two dreams I was gifted with her in them after her death were her telling me what to do 🙂

    Totally love what you said about physical barriers-so true.

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