Jan. 22, 2008
Visiting
I wake from my sleep
To see you standing there
Beside my bed
Like you did as a child
Waiting silently for me
To feel your presence.
You didn't want to startle me
You knew I would soon awaken
Because you needed me
A bad dream, a sore throat?
Slowly I would open my eyes
And there you would be.
"What's wrong, baby?"
Speaking to an outline
Unable to distinguish your features
In the darkened room
You reached for me
And I held you.
Again I know you are there
For a brief moment I look
And there you are
Just like before
Standing there waiting
Your body slightly brushing my bed.
I close my eyes to you
And open them again
Yes, you are still there
Except your hair is long and straight
The way it used to be
My image of perfection.
I feel no emotion
No rush of love like before
No sadness for your death
Only an awareness
That everything is okay
That we are still connected.
We do not touch
Nor do we speak
For though we are together
We are on different planes
But we both understand
What the other one needs.
I close my eyes once more
And open them again
You are gone-vanished
Escaping all space and time
To a place I am not yet allowed
I close my eyes once more.
~Mom