You were walking in front of me.I was walking slowly amidst a group
People talking quietly while
walking through the cemetery
You continued walking and then
you turned around
looking directly at me
And then you smiled
How Can That BE??
Your smile was huge
And then you winked
How Could you wink??
My walking became even slower
I stumbled slightly on a stone
Suddenly I was very tired
I stepped off the footpath
The group of mourners passed me
They seemed to all know each other
I don't know how they knew you
But this was a lot of people
Suddenly I was far from the group
You were by my side
An amused look on your face
Then you winked again
Your hand gesture led me to follow
We walked to your house
Around to the back yard
And then you pointed
I knelt in the flower bed
And dug in the soft soil
I was rewarded with a box
The size of a cigar box
I opened the box and gasped
There were hundred dollar bills
Hundreds of hundred dollar bills
You winked and walked away
You had been my next door neighbor
For many years
We weren't close friends
All those years
When you died I was surprised
You looked the picture of health
Your funeral was lovely
Your house has already been sold
Thank you for sharing the money
Thank you for being a good neighbor
I hope you rest well now
I will see you again some day.
Is this a dream or real?
ReplyDeleteI'm with Anthropy... very intriguing post Tecno.
ReplyDeleteWow - that made me stop in my tracks. This is going to be like a puzzle in my head all day now...
ReplyDeleteOh my, wouldn't that be something? (Think I maybe ought to be nicer to Nutty Nora, next door, now eh?)
ReplyDeleteI wish that I had a neighbor like that.... love this:)
ReplyDeleteyou've got me real or not,
ReplyDeleteso cool !!
I'm having to come to terms with the fact that one of my daughters sees ghosts or whatever they are. That's a whole blog post in itself.
ReplyDeleteThis was beautiful, it does not have to be a real story, but it is a hopeful story. I am godmother to the child next door, and that is worth more to me than anything. I really lucked out with my neighbors, take care.
ReplyDeleteI love your poem, and wish I had neighbors like that--not bloody likely in my experiences.
ReplyDeleteWhether fictional or not, the hope and love that fill this poem are very real indeed. I think the treasure of knowing the loved one is living on in another form is worth more than money. This post offered me that. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteVery intriguing and hopeful and very well written.
ReplyDeletewow techno...in one sense i hope this is real...but for a moment i was there...
ReplyDeleteVery clever little story. I like the whole ghostly thing, as you well know!
ReplyDeleteooooo.......
ReplyDeleteVery well written!
ReplyDeleteYou had me sitting at the edge of my seat!
ReplyDeleteHoly mackeral, sweet pea!
ReplyDeleteI am confused, and intrigued. Cool.
ReplyDeleteThis is fascinating! Very engaging.
ReplyDeleteFor reals?
ReplyDeleteI'd love to believe stories like this.
ReplyDeleteI want that neighbor.
ReplyDeleteSo very thoughtful and intriguing. It makes me dream...
ReplyDeleteVery cool post.
ReplyDeleteWonderful piece! The last stanza takes the cake, so to speak. Thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteTechnoBabe,
ReplyDeleteYou're tagged for a special prompt on my May 2 blog post.
I loves me a good ghostie story! Especially one with buried treasure.
ReplyDeleteI'd like to believe it's true, but in any case, it's a great story. I love the way the reader doesn't realize that it was that neighbor's funeral and that he or she was a ghost until the end.
ReplyDeleteIntriguing!
ReplyDeleteWow. What a great poem. Captivating and surprising. Thanks.
ReplyDeletewhoa, hundreds????
ReplyDeleteWhat a fantastic poetic narrative! I would love to believe that it is real...something so very haunting about it...would make a fabulous short story or novel as well...And I think YOU could really write it well! Thoroughly enjoyed this! ~Janine XO
ReplyDeleteMost excellent! I love this!
ReplyDeleteYou must fess up. Fiction or Fact?
ReplyDeleteCasey
Well that's intriguing! Real or Memorex?
ReplyDeletewow is that for real real..at some point i felt like its like imaginary thought to have a such people in life.
ReplyDeletecool
Great poem. I'm with everyone else. Real or not real?
ReplyDeleteWow. Now I will be thinking all day.
ReplyDeleteThat is a good neighbor, but I think that you were a good neighbor too. The spirit world is interesting and very real.
ReplyDeleteLike sneaking up on Boo Radely!
ReplyDeleteI love it! An amazing story in a poem. It reminds me of an elderly lady who died and left a van to two of my family members. They had no idea she was leaving them the van, but they really needed it. They did a lot of outreach work with kids. Sorry to ramble...your poem took me down memory lane. Awesome story:)
ReplyDeleteWow. I totally believe this one :)
ReplyDeleteDid a neighbor really leave you money? Love the mystery! I have a friend who was left over a hundred thousand dollars by a a very poor, lonely old man he had befriended through the years. Your poem sure brought that back! (Hope it's true!)
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