This poem was written to explain what my Mother told me in a horrible dream.

I had a dream where I was standing on a porch. I saw a young woman who was sitting on the porch rail. She turned to me. I realized she was my Mother who appeared in the dream as a young healthy 25 year old girl not the 65 year old woman who just died.

I said to her "Mom I thought you were dead!" She replied "I was lying on the autopsy table when I got off the table and came to this house. "

I awoke suddenly and could not believe what she told me. This dream was very disturbing and bothered me for months. I feel like my Mother forced me to write this poem. I hope she likes it.

I live in a drywall box

Sitting alone staring at my clocks

With landscape art hanging all around me

Its no wonder inspiration has finally found me

One day my mind forced my hand to start writing

About my parents in Heaven still fighting

Knowing their bodies lay beneath the ground

But believing that’s not where there to be found

One night I dreamt of a beautiful house

It was on a sunny hill where I saw two cats playing cards with a mouse

There was a young woman sitting on a porch rail

She turned to me and asked why I looked so pale

She told me she did not really die

She told me I no longer have to cry

Then all of a sudden I awoke

Asking myself... Was Mom's death some kind of horrible joke

The Wake…The Funeral…The Burial Mass…The Grave

Her dream message proved to me

Mother had risen from her Coffin in the Cave

I wonder if Mom and Dad are really dead

Or are they living in my head

Can Mom and Dad be more alive than we think

Are they some kind of Supernatural Link

Some say this life is a trial

With certain emotions recorded in our Spiritual File

We all experience wonder, joy, sorrow and pain

Some days… it’s a challenge just to stay sane

I pray our parents watch over us from afar

I swear sometimes… Their sitting in my car

Maybe when we experience life’s emotions

Our Parents are there recording the commotion

I bet Mom sews all day

She probably still has no time to play

I bet Dad writes all day

Will my sons ever find their way

Someday I will tell everyone

That Heaven maybe closer than the Sun

And even though our parents may not be here

When we take our last breath there is nothing to fear

Because what seems like a very dark day

Is really a small price to pay

So the next time you hear a familiar voice in your head

It could be your parents telling you they are not really dead

And I thank… GOD… I no longer have to write

Because my parents finally have found Peace in the Light

And some day when it’s my turn to go home

I will show my parents this poem