The Poems of Philip Hamilton

A Visit From Love

Dear Angelica,

Today we visited Pa's mother's grave. It must be really sad to lose someone you love...

But sometimes, I wonder how a ghost must feel. How would it feel to just suddenly be dead and then see your loved one but not be able to touch them and it being impossible for them to see or hear you?

It sounds really sad... It's hard to imagine not being able to talk to someone I love when they're right in front of me...

My heart soars when I think of my love.
My hand in his, it fit like a glove.
I smile and dance as I wait for him,
Look 'round at some trees that might need a trim.

He'll be here soon, I think, as I skip over some rocks.
He hasn't given me what he had in that box.
I look at a picture, a photo of me,
And he's in there too, and I smile with glee.

I'm giddy and happy, he'll be here today.
I see him, he walks over, and kneels by my grave.
"I love you, I miss you," he says through his tears.
He does this every day, he's done it for years.

I say to him, "Love, I will wait here for you."
I know he won't hear, he may not have a clue.
I watch him grow old, quite sad, but it's true,
And I know that someday, he'll see me too.

Hopefully,
Living Philip