Myisha Cherry

I wish
I could write a poem
that could
bring you back
to this life
so that We
could
laugh
again

but until I become
a better writer,
I’ll learn to appreciate
my sixth sense
and
going into
chat rooms
with you
in my
dreams.

some morning in September
i laid asleep next to mommy
as she left her body
and walked into paradise

2nite I wave at her
and tell her to tell me all about it
in my dreams
till i get the chance to get there too

I saw her in my dream last night
getting off a Virginian bus
so independent

I just watched

wanted to tell her
how independent I’ve been since
she rolled into heaven

but I was too scared to talk
for fear
that I will
miss her in the morning
and write grief on my face
instead of stanzas
to this poem