Spiritual Poem about Death

Mother Visits In A Dream

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

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My mother died 16 years ago, and now I am 22 years old. To me, it's like she's gone now. Every time it hurts so bad the way mothers treat their kids and you see things you never had. It's...

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A Dream So Real


Published by Family Friend Poems August 2006 with permission of the Author.

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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  • Fidy by Fidy
  • 4 years ago

My mother died 16 years ago, and now I am 22 years old. To me, it's like she's gone now. Every time it hurts so bad the way mothers treat their kids and you see things you never had. It's really not easy to live a life without a mother. I feel the pain of everyone who lost their parents.

  • Athena by Athena, Lakewood Wa
  • 9 years ago

I am a 30 year old mother of 2. Well.. 3.. I lost my mother last Feb to breast cancer. Which somehow spread to her liver and lungs.. On top of 5 tumors in her brain.. I didn't have the best relationship with her early on in my life.. Growing up my mother followed Korean customs.. And the first born son was treated like a god... Even though it was rough my mother taught me to be proud of being both Korean and black. It wasn't until she decided to divorce my father. That things changed being a military spouse after 20 years was enough. But it was then my mother admitted to me that she was just unhappy. And I happened to be the lightning rod to absorb everything.. I had a choice to write her out of my life for the 11 years of torment.. From telling me I was worthless to wishing I was adopted to even telling me she wished I was never born...dark times.. However.. I chose to let it go... From then on.. I had the best relationship with her. Before she got really sick.. I told her she would make it to 60.. Her biggest fear was dying before that.. And not seeing her grandchildren. But I gave her two to love. I promised her.. And I have always felt like I lied to her.... I see her in my dreams a lot. And for some reason I'm always trying to save her. Or she will just be a part of my dream. And she looks as radiant as she did when she used to tell me how worthless I was... Now I feel like everything is crumbling.. I'm still grieving and shortly after her death.. I made choices I shouldn't have. Like getting pregnant a third time... That's another story.. I just wish.... Wish.. I knew when it will stop hurting.

  • Sheila D.Gibson by Sheila D.Gibson, S.C
  • 9 years ago

My MOM! Passed on January 28, 2014. I miss her so much even though we did not live in the same state. We still were there for each other. Missing you dearly.

  • Cynthia by Cynthia, Ohio
  • 10 years ago

My mother died 20 years ago, and I still miss her so much. Of course, time has healed the worst pain of losing her. There are times when I do feel her presence, most often when I am going to sleep. When I dream of her, it is always beautiful, as she was so beautiful to me. My children remember her as a very loving and caring Grandmother. I am glad that I had her as long as God allowed.

  • Lydia Dekker by Lydia Dekker
  • 11 years ago

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.

  • Lindsey Hinchliffe by Lindsey Hinchliffe, Blackpool
  • 12 years ago

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.

  • Jack by Jack, West Virginia
  • 13 years ago

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.

  • Heather by Heather, Birmingham
  • 13 years ago

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...

  • Jim by Jim, Ontario
  • 13 years ago

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.

  • Julia by Julia
  • 13 years ago

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.

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.

  • Zach Shank by Zach Shank, Columbus
  • 14 years ago

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.

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