The child coughed as he felt his heart hammer away in his chest. He stared at the window and saw a beautiful lady in a black dress come down from the window. She smiled at him as she knelt by the bed. Softly she whispered, it’s time Henry. She moved her gray hair out of the way as she carried Henry. He looked to the bed and saw himself lying there sleeping. He looked at her puzzled, what about my mommy? She looked at him and smiled sweetly as they started to float to the clouds. Don’t worry Henry, she said kissing his forehead, i’ll come back for her soon.

Think about it,
          your best
    dreams  and  your
    worst  nightmares
      have the same
    people  in  them.
        So  love  all,
          trust few.
     Everything's real
             but not
      everyone's true.
  So  be  loyal  to  your
          future, not to
  your  past and  do  not
         depend on
anyone too much in this
              world,
       for  even  your
              shadow
      leaves  you when
           you enter  
            darkness.

Open your mind before you open your lips and before you try to tell someone that they are living the wrong kind of life. Being different is the only thing keeping the world beautiful.
                                                                              Jon York   2019