James Foulk Poet I do not know?

A Dream of Mother

Breezes of a summer night,

gently blew into my open

bedroom window as i

laid there so restless and

desperately trying to bring

sleep to my weary soul.

Eyes closing, sending me to

a land i once walked,

places where i lived,

peace and contentment,

flooded my soul as,

i saw my mother's smiling

face. of her telling me,

how she loved and missed me,

hoping i was getting along ok,

feeling of joy swept me away,

as a sun beam touched my face,

to a most dear and beautiful day,

felt better than i had in years,

knowing life had more things in store

for me, that i needed to move on.

wrote 3-29-11

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Judy Konos April 10, 2011 at 5:54 AM Many poets have books for sale on Amazon.Com and Barnes & Nobel. It sounds to me like you had better gather your materials for you are not one among many but rather many among the One and that's You.....Judy

Jack Horne April 9, 2011 at 11:55 AM Such a moving poem, James. My mother is still alive, but I can certainly imagine feeling that way some day.

Robert Ball April 6, 2011 at 1:03 PM You must have loved your mother as all of us Christians have. An having that love that no one has for you except the Father, keep the pen aglow and keep up this very good work.God bless

Joe Maverick April 3, 2011 at 10:45 PM This is a good piece James, for me it has many connotations, it has moved my soul to read your words (today)

Michael Jordan April 3, 2011 at 5:17 AM James you have left me speechless, mj

Cherie Durbin March 29, 2011 at 5:36 PM Such a moving poem, James. I can't imagine the euphoria when you saw your dear, sweet mother's face!

Carolyn Devonshire March 29, 2011 at 3:01 PM James, I do believe the spirits of departed loved ones come to us when we are experiencing a crisis. I had a similar dream about my mother and she just assured me I was doing the right thing. I'll never forget the way she looked sitting next to me on the bed surrounded by a golden glow. Perhaps it was more than a dream for both of us? Compelling poem. Love, Carolyn

Felix Abbey-Mensah March 29, 2011 at 11:33 AM Hmmmm... I'm lost for words... Interesting piece... I loved every bit of it... More from you my dear...

Carol Sunshine Brown March 29, 2011 at 11:33 AM I enjoyed reading your creative poetry today James. Have a wonderful day and may you find even more inspiration to write as the day goes by. Love, Carol