Mom Comforting Me From Heaven Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Purple visions of violets sitting in my mind,
a message from beyond, one from my Mom.
Trying to protect me, hold me close in the
coming days of suffering alone in a hospital.
Comforting my soul from heaven, helping me to
be strong and get through this terrible ordeal
one more time.
Significant observations and reasonable logic
sits inside my mind, as Mom touches me gently in
the night before going back to her place in
heaven.