Today, with the morning’s tender light,
I awoke with a yearning, pure and bright,
I had a dream about her
I had a dream about my mother after having a late-night phone call with her.
In our conversation, she mentioned being sick for two days, and the fact that I didn’t reach out to her over the weekend weighed on me, evoking a sense of guilt.
To embrace my mother, so dear, so dear,
Whose love and warmth, I hold so near.
However, the dream transported me back to our childhood home, where she was unwell and confined to her bed. In the dream, I was taking care of her.
Though distance may keep us far apart,
In my heart, she’s a work of art,
When I shared this dream with her over the phone, she responded gently, wondering why our dreams consistently return to that old house, even though it’s been over two decades since we left it. In her warm embrace, all my worries melt away, and within her arms, my soul discovers its true path.
Her loved, a beacon in the darkest night,
Today, I awoke with a hug in my sight.
I’ve been feeling distressed lately, as if I’ve gone into hibernation for the winter season. Speaking quietly feels like shouting loudly to me now. While I’ve reduced my verbal expression, my thoughts remain lucid. In the past, I excelled at self-care, but now, I’m a bit of a mess, seeking a less chaotic phase in my life. These days, I find solace in spending more time cooking, trying to distract my mind with simple activities. Nevertheless, I’ve come to realize that cooking isn’t as mindless as it seems; I’ve learned the hard way that I have to be very gentle with my reflexes while handling hot food.
Today, I woke with love, unspoken,
A simple hug, a bond unbroken.