I hesitate to tell this tale for fear you’ll think we’re mad.
‘Til now, we’ve shared it with a few who’ve similar visits had.
The story starts two years ago upon an evening’s jaunt.
Three friends went to a book signing, and then began the haunt.
Two psychics wrote the book, you see, and spoke about their visions.
They told us we have guardians to help us with decisions.
These guides they see are spiritual beings, the souls of those we know.
They send us messages from beyond, to help us as we go.
The ladies told us one by one who was our spiritual guide.
The details shared convinced us they were loved ones who had died.
There was no doubt mine was my dad and Phil had both his folks.
Heidi’s guide was more obscure, the source of nervous jokes.
The evening ended, life went on with nothing more from heaven.
Then one day Phil didn’t wake up. He was 47.
Enormous shock and disbelief played tricks within my head.
I heard him calling me for weeks though surely he was dead.
‘Tween dream and wake just after dawn again the voice I heard.
But this time he was in the room, speaking without word.
“Is it you?” I telegraphed. “It is,” was the response.
I asked what it was like and he described with eloquence.
“Who have you seen?” I wondered, and he carefully let me know:
“Some I didn’t expect at all, others have yet to show.
“It makes me wonder what I did that I would wind up here.
“I want you to tell Heidi that I’ve always been so near.”
The room was dark and filled with him, though nothing I could see.
Then instantly it emptied, and I was left with me.
I’d asked him to return sometime so I’d know he was okay.
He’d said he’d be delighted to before he went his way.
There have been other messages and things we can’t explain.
Dimes appearing everywhere, and sounds we cannot name.
Electronics on and off, the dog plays hide and seek.
Witnesses corroborate these happenings unique.
When these happenings occur, we take note and smile.
It seems Phil’s coming back again to hang around a while.
It’s comforting to know there’s more beyond the mortal veil.
Without these signs and messages, there wouldn’t be a tale.
Our house is haunted to be sure with several different ghosts.
We like to think that all of them are those who loved us most.