Dream

The power of a dream.

I saw her again.

Shining.

Glimmering.

As she always did, does.

Smile glistening

Cheeks rosy

Silver locks long now.

I stopped her from tying them back;

Her bare skin lingered with tearful memories.

I said, “Keep them down.”  Mom agreed.

That shining smile flashed.

 

I knew it was a dream

I embraced the moment

Her.

The power of a dream.

***

Memories streamed down my cheeks

I parked as words spewed onto my mental notebook

Tires reversed.

And now I sit with

Untouched coffee

Grinding beans, steaming milk

Dancing melodies

Floating flashbacks

Of days with Grandma.

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