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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
In my dreams of her
we walk
through patches
of dense green
under sun so gold
that oddly casts
no shadow
she squats near
a stream
waves her hand
through the shallow
water
back and forth . . .
while I stare down at her
from too high above
I can hear
the quiet lapping
as a private darkness
closes around us
and I ask
Is there a heaven?
At that she stops
her paddling
abruptly
rises
taller than she was
in life
her face
just inches from mine
soft dimples
near her eyes
I’d forgotten
and she says
Yes, my dear
though everyone here
is starving
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
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