Mom, those stars are pretty, but I’m not that far away.
When you randomly smell bubble gum, it’s me.
The blinking light in the kitchen is also me.
I send you the ladybugs.
The stranger last week who gave you a hug—and the little girl who handed you a flower—were also my messengers.
That’s right, look down, look right here.
I know sometimes I feel so far away,
but I’m beside you,
just beyond the veil.
It’s very thin;
one day, I’ll show you.
I’ll reach through, and hand in hand,
I’ll walk you home.
