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What Might Have Been
Something that never existed before became flesh.
The flesh took on a beautiful form and
lived a life filled with sweetness.
In a strained moment of desperation,
all that she had been ceased.
How can such passion, love, and laughter
be reduced to ash?
How can a body that once danced with pleasure
cease all desiring?
How many lives will go untouched?
How many fantasies remain unimagined?
In a dream I saw my mother, older and
celebrating a life filled with love.
She held my daughter and cried with joy.
The flesh took on a beautiful form and
lived a life filled with sweetness.
In a strained moment of desperation,
all that she had been ceased.
How can such passion, love, and laughter
be reduced to ash?
How can a body that once danced with pleasure
cease all desiring?
How many lives will go untouched?
How many fantasies remain unimagined?
In a dream I saw my mother, older and
celebrating a life filled with love.
She held my daughter and cried with joy.
Published 28th Jun 2023
Author's Note
About a dream I had recently. I have no child but saw her vividly with my daughter in her arms. I used AI photo to see mother as she might have been in her 60s.
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A lovely photo interpretatipn of your mother a decade or so on. I am sure she would have been an inspiring influence to you as you grew older, showing you an example of how to grow older gracefully and lovingly, had she but resisted that 'fatal moment of desperation'...
3rd Jul 2023 12:20pm
Thank you for speaking of my mother so clearly and with compassion. I'm reading more now. Maybe doing better with the grief and addiction.
29th Jun 2023 4:07am
Your dream that it's for you to have child with the man of your dreams. Keep on writing.
