Old Soul~by Karen King

 

 

Old Soul

He is an old soul, staring from his portrait.
The painting and he have been on this earth
For hundreds of years.
He is watching me through the eons of time,
From past to present.
In this moment, time stops
And our souls spark as one,
For we are part of the same soul group.
We come together life after life,
Friends forever, as we choose to be
Different people in different places
As we learn and grow together.
For now, though, he is my Son,
Behind a mirror in an old fort,
Posing for me!

Karen King Copyright 3 July 2016