Scanning mystic spirituality,
Part of family tapestry,
Dead Grandma Society,
Craving for robust cups of tea,
Very vocal group, each lady,
Neat, petite, but so snippy,
Did they wave in my dreams?
Waking or not, angels, it seems,
“Lips zipped!” Great-grandma did say,,
Many long years since she passed away,
Spirits signs to soulmates shared,
Comfort that loved ones still cared,
None of them needed a phone,
No one really ever walks alone.
Broom riders or blessings to their kin?
Mystic spirituality is so in!
Baby Boomer Scribblings. 