Mother Death Poem

A son who is dealing with his mother's passing is visited by her in a dream.

A Dream So Real

© Arnold R. Salazar
I glance at a dimly lit room.
I enter and see your face.
First, I wonder, 'Where is this place?'
All questions are quickly tossed aside
as your eyes once again meet mine.
Has it already been a year?
A year since we last said hello;
a year since we last said goodbye?
I don't want to know why;
why you've decided to visit me.
I'm satisfied hearing your voice, ever so softly.
Softly, you whisper your motherly advice.
With your words, I'll never have to think twice.
You made me promise to always take care of the ones I love.
Then the room slowly fades away like a flying dove.
The dim light fades to black, and I'll never forget
how I awaken in this cold sweat.
Tears endlessly crawl down my face
as I realize the truth of that place.
It was all a dream, or so it would seem.
It was a dream so real. Thank you for visiting me.
Thank you for letting me hear your voice and see your smile.
I've missed it all for a long while.
As you watch on us from above,
I promise to always take care of the ones I love.

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Published: Feb 2006

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  • This poem really touched me. I am 17 years old and my mother died 6 months ago from a rare form of cancer and this poem is very true. I have those false dreams just about every night.

    Zach Shank, Columbus Submitted Mar 2010
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  • Sometimes I think those we love feel the deep pain of our grief and find a way to help us through our dreams. For when we are asleep, our minds are uninhibited by doubt or other senses, and I think it opens a gateway for those we loved so dearly to communicate. I have had the most realistic, vivid and emotional dreams that I have ever had in my life about my dear mother and beloved sister. They passed away within 11 months of each other.

    Belinda, Middleburg FL Submitted Jul 2010
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  • I can relate to this poem. My mother passed away in Sept. 2009 and I have dreams of seeing and talking to her. I really don't think of them as dreams, but visits from her. She was a wonderful mother and her kids were everything to her. I think that her visits to me while sleeping is her way of still letting me know she will always be around.

    Julia, Wisconsin Submitted Jan 2011
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  • My mother died just over a year ago, from breast cancer, on my birthday. Five nights ago, Feb 22, she came to me in a dream - was one of those half-dream states where you're tired but not quite fully asleep. She gave me some good advice and also gave me the warmest hug I can remember. I miss her so much! Thank you for sharing this poem - it gave me a very-needed cry.

    Jim, Ontario, Canada Submitted Feb 2011
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  • My mom died six and a half years ago.
    I felt it yesterday, when I realized I would never see her again.
    I miss her so much...

    Heather, Birmingham Submitted Mar 2011
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  • My mom and dad both died. My mom died of cancer and the same night my dad shot himself in the mouth just to be with her. I'm 16 now and they died when I was 6 it was a hectic night. But in my dreams I see them as if they were still here right in front of me.

    Jack,West Virginia Submitted Apr 2011
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  • My mum died in 2009 (age 58). I am now 28. She was much more than just my mother-she was also my best friend* We talked about everything and anything. Her health had been getting gradually worse since 2003. Whenever she was admitted to hospital or visited GP they always discovered another illness (or worsening of current ones); she was prescribed so many pills & other medications/treatments... But we always fought (as there was just the two of us as my dad died 2004 & my brother died 2008). She was terrified of hospitals & what they might find next-she would always trust what I said (even over the doctors), I'd tell her "mam, no worries. You're strong & there is no way I'm gonna let that happen to you... ''cause if you even try checking out (dying) then I'll be right behind you and bitch-slap you right back!" she'd always laugh and calm down when she saw I wasn't worried-but I'd go to the loo and CRY MY EYES OUT* But I never let her see that.

    Lindsey Hinchliffe, Blackpool Submitted Sep 2011
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  • My mother passed away in May 2012. It was sudden and at home. My dad phoned me in the morning to tell me that he wants her to go to hospital as she was not feeling well. I asked him to keep me up to date and I started to make arrangements to go and see them as I had a few weeks of leave due coming up. But I did not speak to my mom. My dad phoned me early afternoon and told me he thinks my mom is dead. I was besides myself. My husband did not know what hit him as I was screaming. That night I dreamed that I saw my mother through a thick fog and her arm extended through this fog to comfort me. It was so real and vivid. and I felt much calmer. I had another dream several weeks later and I can remember every detail, we had such a good talk. The last dream I had of her she gave me a message to give my dad, which I reluctantly did, as I thought they will think I am crazy.

    Lydia Dekker Submitted 1/3/2013
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