Melting the walls of sleep,
Mom walks into my dreams
dissolving my fears
like icicles
in the morning sun.
The walls
between matter and spirit
are frozen barriers
of atom thin particles
allowing
only departed souls
easy passage.
Unhindered
by the encumbrance
of a physical body,
the warmth
of Mom's love
evaporates
then dissipates
the walls separating
our respective realms
and Mom
strolls into my dreams
bringing comfort.
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