A Mother's Voice

I heard my mother's voice again
but as I awoke I knew 'twas when
she'd say to me on many a day
'I love you' before she went away
into the vast expanse, unknown
to any breathing soul that's grown
on earth's laborious stage.
And so my mother's voice comes through
as I travel in dreams exactly to
where she now exists.

Clear and soft I hear her words
in my dreams of her at night.
They bring to me such calm in sound
as if I'm a child, gently bound,
Cradled in arms that soothed my fears
that were there for me for 92 years.
And so that part of me that dreams
keeps me very close it seems
to where she now exists.

poem by Edwina Reizer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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