The Dream

The Dream…

Last night, you came to me as I slept.

In the dream, I rushed past you

Without seeing

Then I heard, your voice,

“There’s my Mama.”

I knew you were gone, buried…

Yet, your voice, so clear,

I turned, toward the sound

You were there, smiling,

Arms open.

I went to you, hugging,

Touching, your curls.

I breathed deeply,

Your scent, permeated my slumber.

I longed, to see your hands.

I remembered,

Your hands, were always touching,

Patting, loving.

I opened my eyes

To see, these hands, again…

As my eyelids parted,

You were gone.

Only a dream…

But your voice lingers, in my head, reporting,

“I’ve been here all along, you just couldn’t see.”