Dreaming of Mom

In the night you visit my dreams
Sitting next to your gravestone,
Alert and at peace.
You gather me into your arms,
Just like when I was a child,
Holding me gently, comforting me,
Telling me I’ll be okay.
The tears slip down my cheeks
As I rest my head against your bosom,
Feeling safe and shattered at the same time.
The ether of the dream evaporates,
Leaving me alone in my bed,
My face wet, wanting to hold onto you
And longing for the respite of sleep
To ease my grief again.