Dream By Marilyn J. Dykstra I didn’t go I didn’t come To see my mom although I’d been asked Many times before. She always revived To live another sunrise Another birthday. Why wouldn’t this week be the same? No, no, I didn’t go. An attendant said That a week before Mom shouted through her door “Tommy! Gary! Open up! Let me in!” But her brother Tommy Buried in Florence with his friend Wouldn’t open heaven She said, “It wasn’t my time. They wouldn’t let me in.” This week they opened the door So we all came together Husband, daughters, grandchildren To carry her coffin And lay her in her grave. Today her photo appears To celebrate Mother’s Day And bring back tears. In the mist of COVID-19 Thank God she’s no longer here! May 21, 2020
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