Just a Dream
It was so real
the sights, smells, and the people
in my dream were very familiar
there was a feeling of deja vu
Until the moment that
the person that I was hugging
faded into nothing as
I opened my eyes
It was morning
I had not been hugging
my deceased mother after all
it was just a dream
The person I was when I woke up,
and the person I was in my dream
are very different people,
on opposite sides of grief
Grief is such a strong emotion
that even a dream of a loss
can take you back to the first
heart wrenching days
However, the gift of a hug from
a deceased loved one is a precious
thing, and I am grateful
even though, it was just a dream
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