A dream to remember
Surfing aimlessly around Cora’s pages.
Flash of her picture.
She’s home.
And, safe.
Loved.
A beautiful dream bubbles to the surface.
A dream from last night that I can’t quite remember.
But, remember how I felt.
The dream relived how I felt.
That week.
Happier than ever.
Love like I didn’t know could exist.
I remember that love.
Didn’t die with Cora.
My dream escapes me still.
I can’t think about it directly.
But, flashes come.
Happy flashes.
The enormity of the happiness that comes with being a mother.
Mother to Cora.
The dream slips between my fingers like water.
But, the small drops of water remaining are beautiful.
Small reminders.
A taste.
Even if small.
Of that gigantic love.
The love that drives me.
Is in the end.
All that matters.
I write this in a matter of moments to hope to capture that feeling, that the dream helped bring to the surface. The feeling I refuse to let die. The feeling is changing the world. Cora’s love.
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