Dearest Mommy, I dreamt of you last night. <br /> <br />I see a woman lying, <br />Where is not clear: <br />I am standing near, <br />As if in Tata Cancer Hospital; <br />My look goes to the face, and it <br />Strikes me like Mommy’s. <br /> <br />Soon features settle as Mommy’s - <br />But your left cheek down to jaw <br />Is abnormal, as if pomegranate seeds <br />Are stuck in a big patch, and similar cluster <br />Wine-red in color, on left hip and knee too. <br /> <br />Since you died 27 years ago, <br />Of lympho-sarcoma, besieging you <br />For seven years, as foretold, <br />You never appeared in my dream. <br />Why now? <br /> <br />What do I have in my mind <br />To shape the dream this way <br />Around you? ‘Obnoxious little weed’, <br />In some crevice, down under, perhaps?<br /><br />Daniel Trevelyn Joseph<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mommy-18/
