My mother comes to me
in dreams
I ask
Where are you, Mom?
she says Heaven
Relieved, I ask
Are you happy, Mom?
She dips her hand in a shallow pool
the water cascades from her palm down her arm
she nods then adds
Though everyone here is starving
© Chagall 2016
Alphabet City 
I believe in Heaven On Earth (and Hell — though NOT The Devil — I give The Devil NO credence) and yes, everyone is starving. One recent indication of this was the appearance of that “Apparently Kid” originally caught on camera on a fairground — his enthusiastic interview established viral status — and then he came out on stage at Ellen What’s Her Face’s talk show — an example of Today’s Society starving for the simple charm of the off-beat originality of most five year-olds who are now just covered up, ignored, or even drugged.
A very interesting juxtaposition of ideas. Thank you Joanna. Once one concedes that there is Heaven on Earth, then the poem works in a new context that I had not considered.
Apparently we should revert back to our 5-year-old mind to once again catch a glimpse of the garden. Though I suspect it will be staler and not be as heavenly a state as that experienced by the 1-day-old mind.