My Mother’s Child

I awoke last night from a crazy dream.

I dreamed my mother had passed away. 

I found myself crying out for her for a few moments.  I opened my eyes and realized it was a dream. 

I am 43 years old and crying for my mother.

You see I am very blessed.  My mother understands me.  She nurtures and supports me. 

Still calls me to make sure I am home and the door is locked. 

I am safe and happy. 

It’s funny no matter how softly I cried as a child she would hear me. I think she still hears my cries and can feels my emotions.

She said I am her child and I will always be a love of her life.  No matter what I look like she cherishes and adores me. 

My mother delights in my creativity.  Many nights before I post my works I read them to her aloud. 

She encourages me to keep reading, learning and writing and to share my thoughts with others.  

We have talked about when she passes away.  She tells me that she wants me to continue living after her death.  I take the tears and use them to find inspiration to keep living my life. 

I know I can do this.

For now I am up early in the morning writing my feelings.

I am my mother’s child!!   

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