Mom Was In My Dream, My Dream All Were So True, It Seems. Poem by Frank Yue

- by Mrs EngFish

Mom was in my dream, my dream
All were so true, it seems.
How on earth did I get there?
Must be my mind was everywhere.
Maybe wanting just to get out.
Thinking about buying takeout?
When suddenly I came to a place.
Looking inside I found a face.

It was Mom sitting on a chair.
Someone was cutting her hair.
Mom was no longer tall
But was a little bald.
Who was it that I also saw?
It was cousin Henry in the that store.
Hair cutting was his chore.
No pay, he said, nothing at all.

He would take us to eat somewhere.
He said he could guide us there.
All started walking at once,
Mom also felt it was fun.
The place was nice and neat.
Everyone was getting their seat.
I could not recall what we ate.
Or how that bill was paid.

It must have been a different place
In an area of God's grace!