(My father; Walter William Smith, Sr.)

Acrostic: I Dream of Dead People

© 2018, Olan L. Smith

In the past I dreamed of strangers, sorry I didn't dream of you

Despite your cunningness to lure me in, no moment I slept do I

Remember every seeing your image written in my mind's

Eye. Now divorced of you, and your deadly web, my dreams

Acquire a distasteful ilk. See, I dream most nights of the departed.

My heart still pulses blood on its course, so I determined it's not an

Omen of my demise, rather most of the souls who came along

For this merry ride, their tickets have expired, therefore if I

Do dream of those I know, the odds are they're deceased and that makes

Ever so much sense to me. However, that is not the end of the story,

All neatly wrapped, not in the least. Hauntings are real! Although,

Dear, you don't haunt me, my loved ones do. From Cousin Dale to

Peggy Sue, from Mom and Dad, and Cousin Cody, they visit me, not

Every night, though. You see I miss them, but not you.

Only the dead are welcome here, and although you are dead to me,

Please, don't assume I care for you, because you are among the

Living. I dream of those I love even though they have stepped,

Endearingly, into a realm where they pass from day to night.

(My Mother; Louise Lowry (Wescott) Smith)