Mom
Was She a Dream or a Memory?
Mom passed about three months ago.
She was 89. She was ready or so she claimed.
She came for a visit the other night.
I wasn’t expecting her so soon.
I could see her.
I could feel her.
I could smell her.
It was her.
The Two of Them
She was her younger self.
Her young grandma self.
Barely fifty. She was filled with joy.
A time with lots of energy and play.
My son gave her that as he always did.
He appeared to be five or maybe six.
They played & read for quite a while.
But now she said, he wanted me.
It was our time to snuggle.
I could feel her love as she looked on with a smile.
Her time had come. She had to go.
She truly was at peace.
I’m not surprised by the scene she chose.
She always was happiest with him.
Good memories they share. And I do too.
I love you, Mom. Return soon.
