Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is to write a poem based on an image from a dream. The poem I wrote is based on the ghostly image of my long passed Mother has she visited me one morning just before I was about to wake up.
She is standing still and statuesque,
even though we left so much unsaid.
I want her to tell me where she is,
but her cold face tells me I wouldn’t understand.
I ask her about the dark beyond,
yet hear my words echo in this empty space.
I ask her if she is with family,
and feel the black wall of silence between us.
She is here just for me,
without any words to deliver.
A vigil without needed explanation,
a brief gaze through the keyhole.
I ask her if she is in pain,
although I sense there is none.
I ask her if she misses me,
and I see a shroud begin to fall.
I am waking under duress,
as the new day commands me back.
I need more time with her,
a request that sunlight ignores.
She wisps like dust in a sunbeam,
fading without her son’s embrace.
I always want her to stay longer,
to remember her bright smile.
She is gone with the cruel morning light,
with only a half memory of the visit.
I will remember it for a few moments,
then put the sorrow back in its box.