Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep
It is not often that I recall my dreams
But like finding a rare coin
Treasured dreams of my mother live
Beyond the dark of night
Some are sweet like golden honey
Others are savory like salt on a raw wound
I do not determine
What feeds my soul
Or depletes my appetite
The time we spent
Dining at her favorite restaurant
Traipsing across the Swiss Alps
Sipping Evian water in Evain, France
Is now recalled
Upon a memory foam pillow
When night crawls behind the sun
And dawn awakens me
I ache for her presence
And hold every remembrance close to me
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“Others are savory like salt on a raw wound” really does cut deep.
‘I do not determine
What feeds my soul
Or depletes my appetite’
Amen to this!
The last verse in an amazing poem is a winner!
Oh, my heart! How beautiful, Lisa! So many rich lines – very visual and well crafted. “Sipping Evian water in Evian, France” – How cool was that!!
This is so heart-warming. Beautiful expression. Every word carefully chosen. The opening….love it.
It is not often that I recall my dreams
But like finding a rare coin
Treasured dreams of my mother live
Beyond the dark of night