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[aid] => mick
[title] => lily and the phoenix
[time] => 2004-07-23 16:41:51
[hometext] => i had this dream loads of times before my great nan died...and i was confused and sad...i knew she was going to die before she did...and it hurt because i never told anyone until afterwards...
[bodytext] => i close my eyes and the visions come to me like pausing a video ready for me to watch im running running hand in hand with my cousin we're running past a bridge the train is shaking underneath past the primary school its really late but somehow i feel i need to keep looking i see a golden bird its flying over me i can see its shadow im worried and i feel content safe in this presence im running up an ally the dustbins outside a flat i can see the stairs i pull them down so i can climb the bird has flown in the second window i rush up the steps my cousin megan is waiting at the bottom there's an old women in a chair watching the fire crackle she seems so happy i dont want to desturb her i wait outside the window the bird is over her it a-lights with fire and the women flies out the room in a form of a white dove clear but misty somehow shes beautiful im crying i never got to say goodbye the golden bird floats by me just before it vanishes 'but you did say goodbye,she knew,deep in your heart you loved her,' and it flies out past the window up far away in the midnight sky a star shines brighter than all the rest and i smile tears flooding my eyes i know its lily shes up there watching me me and megan we glide back home in the kitchen a strange man is waiting and my mum is smiling everyone is there i tell them and they already know she past through before to let us know a perfume floats in the air and i smile my heart deep with sorrow and love but the golden bird my mum turns to me it flew over head to guide her now shes at peace she knew we loved her thats why she left a mark so strong and i cry days weeks months years shes with john now lily and john safe above watching over me and all my family i love them and i know they love me too so send part of this up to them my great nan and grandad in heaven... [comments] => 2 [counter] => 178 [topic] => 14 [informant] => Hannah_Heaven [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DreamsandWishes )
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