In the right place this time! I am out of practice of posting on wordpress. May have posted in wrong place.

Watery Dream

I dreamt of water . . . again.
I dreamt of her . . . again.
It was flowing over my feet.
Hello Mom!
Come save me!
Before it rises above my head.
It never did.
It only rose knee high.
It was smooth . . .
gentle . . .
warm . . .
. . . it was her.
I could still walk through.
But where do I go?
I’d rather drown in her warmth.
Be enveloped in it.
Float on it . . .
Be in it . . .
Then to be without it.
Mom come back, please.