The ghost of a friend who visited me after she died:

This ghost with a sort of physicality
Came to me, the night you died twice
You showed me your kids and smiled
You seemed to say take good care of them. I wasn’t sure, but I have, in this time. But not well I’m sure. But why did
You come? To show me how dear they each are; I already knew that. Or was it for you, fair ghost mother, that you return
For one last scent of this form of life.
Or for my comfort, so I know your wisdom
Is still here with me, with us, and that smile
Hides above us all the while
While here below.
Maybe you came as a kiss of God
Which lingers a lifetime.