Restless Spirit

THIS POEM IN COLLABORATION WITH D. ANDERSON,R.N. AND B. GASSAWAY,CO5



What's it like to be a ghost
Wandering aimlessly and perhaps
Shifting about, moving here to there;
Maybe from coast to coast?

Watching the people you love
The most grow up, go on,
Grow old, live their lives,
Then go on to the light.

What's it like to not have to
Eat or bathe or drink or sleep
Or exercise or anything really;
Just watching and waiting.

Always aware of an ever present light
Over your shoulder just within sight,
Or out of the corner of your eye.
You just don't approach it - yet.

Do you read Shel Silverstein or Dr. Suess,
Do you play chess or watch TV,
Do you do mischief or play
Incessently; resisting restful repose?

In your spirit form realizing
Your head is more clear than ever before.
You remember each and every
Second of the life before.

Faces and conversations, feelings,
Sights and sounds and smells, love and
Hate, joy and pain and so much more
From all the years before.

You realize you aren't alone,
Other ghosts, spirits, old friends
And even grandma and grandpa,
Watching and waiting with you.

Where do spirits go
When they don't go to the light?
What happens to the self
Just right after the life?