In dreams she comes to me; healthy and hale. Living.In dreams she touches me; warm and strong hands. Firm embraces.In dreams she speaks to me; words of love and comfort. Encouragement.In dreams she tells me; I am in your heart, your mind, your conscience. I am in every fibre, every cell. I am gone, but you still have me.The mother of my dreams is still vibrant and strong, with pre-chemo hair: wavy and thick, jet and silver. She is full of life, of action, of energy. She holds my hand, dries my tears, smoothes my hair. She kisses the top... More »