Donna Caldwell - Cassandra

She’s looking at you Donna, you are the only one she can see
A pretty blonde haired girl was watching me
Her name was Cassandra and she was only five
She was a pretty spirit and one who had died

It was the day after when I met the little girl
I thought she had two pigtails but she had a head of curl
I asked the medium and she said curly hair
I knew I wasn’t dreaming when I had seen her there

I asked for her name but she said ‘You know my name’
A spirit lady had sent her to help me through my pain
Sweet wrappers and tangerine were laid out on my bed
I saw that very clearly, it wasn’t in my head

She wheeled her pram and doll around the next room’s floor
And would walk excitedly through my bedroom door
She was a lovely girl and I loved her very much
I hugged her on occasions and she was solid to the touch

One day she brought two other little girls
She was stood in the centre with her head full of curls
I stepped out with them and took them for a stroll
Into a time slip where they used a lot of coal

Many adventures into another world
Where the little girl lived with her head full of curl
This was one adventure and I have many more
Every time I walk through that spiritual door

Donna Caldwell

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