Poetry-TRANSPARENCY

Holding Leala in my arms
Looking into her blue eyes,
An apparition begins to appear
Approaching me in depth.

With arms extended
Mouth wide open,
Warning me of something
I could not understand.

In my hast and amazement
I did not begin to realize,
That which I was seeing
Appeared to be my Mom.


She past away ten years ago
And wanted her family intact,
She wanted property in Italy
To also stay intact.

Sibling number 2 and number 5
Have decided against her desires,
For self interest and money
Rather than FAMILY.

She seemed to be forwarning
Of something being done,
Something she did not like
Expecting me to stop it.

I find this dream perplexing
Coming from my great-niece,
The fifth generation in America
Which makes it so nice.

Copyright 2005 Joseph Assumption Barbier