The blog entry will be short
and to the point.
I had a dream
that I was at my mother's house.
She went out to get the mail.
When she came back in
she said that there was something for me.
I found this odd
as I haven't lived there in decades.
I opened the envelope
with my name on it.
Inside was one of the little prayer cards,
you know,
the kind that you get a funeral home
that has a prayer
or maybe a little something about the deceased.
It had a picture of a lily.
But the information was hand written.
And it seemd to be as though
it was written by a child.
All I can remember
is that the name of the deceased was Mark
and that he died at 17 years of age.
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