Memories Fade

Last night I dreamt of my mother for the first time.

I can’t remember what she smelled like or hear her laughter in the air. Or what it felt like when she held me close to her. If I could remember, I’d miss seeing her eyes crinkle as she smiled and the sweet softness of the cookies that she baked.

Last night I dreamt of my mother for the first time.

I saw as I never had in life, healthy, vibrant, glowing. She smelled of lilacs on a summer breeze, her hug was warm and solid. Her strong voice comforting and proud.

Last night I dreamt of my mother for the first time.

I heard her say goodbye and felt cold tear drops on my eyes.