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This poem is about dreaming of yesterday, those you love and lose, family, friends, sorrow, and joy unconfined. This poem is mostly about my Mom and the hole she left when she winged her way back to Dad.
I dreamed of you last night. It was Thanksgiving, I suppose. The smell of garnished turkey Broiling in the oven Permeated the house. You were playing with a little girl. She must have been One of your grandchildren, Though I cannot say which one. You were playing dress-up, Dabbing Margarine on her cheeks And pretending it was makeup. She giggled wildly, "You're so silly, Grandma!" You were laughing The way you do, The way you always did. You said, "You look fabulous!" Only you said "fabulous" The way the mother said it In Eddie Murphy's Nutty Professor. (You remember that movie, right? Donya and I took you to see it. You laughed so hard The entire theatre heard you And couldn't help laughing Right out loud, with you!) Some of my work friends Were there for Thanksgiving. They were passing around A bottle of Tequila And laughing for their own reasons. I knew you would not approve, But you "paid them no mind" As you always put it. You went right on Laughing and playing Like a little girl With that little girl Whom you loved. Then I woke And you were gone Again. Gone, the way you've been For more than a year That feels like forever. All I wanted to do Was go back to sleep, Back to my dream Back to you laughing The way you always did, The way I know you still do, Back to the comfort of your presence, The joy unconfined That always was And ever is You.
