Dreams

You visited me while I was sleeping.
You held my hand
as we drifted among the stars
whispering ”come with me mom,
I’ll show you where I’m living now.”

Laughing together we floated
in and out of places
that were snatched from me
as soon as I awoke.

Remembering that
I had visited somewhere
beautiful with you
and you were happy.

~ Author Unknown
“Late Last Night” painting by Johnathan Harris

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