Get Your Premium Membership

She didn’t speak with me, she dreamed me

when I was

too small for words,

my mother would dream me.

I’d say
“A”

and she understood I wanted eternity.

The next day,

she’d place it in my spoon.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2025




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Date: 8/3/2025 3:49:00 PM
What a beautiful loving mother. J :)
Login to Reply
Lacatus Avatar
Florin Lacatus
Date: 8/4/2025 6:25:00 PM
My mom, dad, best friend and super hero. All in one lovely lady what I call “mom”

Book: Reflection on the Important Things