Dearest Mommy, I dreamt of you last night.

I see a woman lying,
Where is not clear:
I am standing near,
As if in Tata Cancer Hospital;
My look goes to the face, and it
Strikes me like Mommy’s.

Soon features settle as Mommy’s -
But your left cheek down to jaw
Is abnormal, as if pomegranate seeds
Are stuck in a big patch, and similar cluster
Wine-red in color, on left hip and knee too.

Since you died 27 years ago,
Of lympho-sarcoma, besieging you
For seven years, as foretold,
You never appeared in my dream.
Why now?

What do I have in my mind
To shape the dream this way
Around you? ‘Obnoxious little weed’,
In some crevice, down under, perhaps?

Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

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