awoke heart pounding,
uneasy, eyes blinking.
dreamed of her again,
knew it was my mother
but could not clearly
make out her face.
In the half dark room,
I sat up in bed and then
awake could still not recall
her face or features.
Detached and distressed,
slow tears came to my eyes,
though it had been 53 years
since she passed away, how
could I lose her image thus?
Standing from my bed, I
flipped on the bedroom light.
There on the wall was an old
black and white photo with
that reassuring still familiar
sweet face of my mother,
my father and two little
boys, being my brother
and me.
I smiled and returned to
normal breathing.
"Aw, there you are mom".
Mom died at only 54 years of age,
I still miss her and dad too.
I have grown old myself and
perhaps my memories are
diminishing, as are my remaining
days. Thankfully we have
photographs to remind us of
our lost loved ones and what
we imagine were better days.