Dear Mom I dreamed of you

Dear Mom I dreamed of you,

I had one of those nights where I dreamed of you and then in the morning as I was drinking my tea I had this notion that you were still here. You know that feeling you get after a particularly vivid dream? Where your head is still trying to sort out what is real and what was just part of the dream?

I started to talk. Staring out the window into the backyard I imagined you were sitting at the bar right behind me. That feeling of you being in the room was still fresh from the dream. We smiled and laughed and I wanted to hug you, but I dared not turn around for fear the feeling would vanish. After awhile the feeling I had that I was talking to you kind of faded into a feeling that I was just staring out a window talking to myself. At that moment I longed to fall back to sleep and to have the dream again.

I was remembering a poem that made me think of you.

Longing

Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again!
For then the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.

Come, as thou cam'st a thousand times,
A messenger from radiant climes,
And smile on thy new world, and be
As kind to others as to me!

Or, as thou never cam'st in sooth
Come now, and let me dream it truth;
And part my hair, and kiss my brow,
And say; My love! why sufferest thou?

Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again!
For then the night shall more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.

Mathew Arnold 1822-1888

Love Mike