Bits of your soul in dreams

Waking up to bits and pieces of yourself revealed in dreams as you find yourself wondering where did all the time go.

Your child is no longer a child but a young woman.

She is navigating through the ocean of relationship.

Her own ship, a tiny row boat with an oar gone. Yet she continues battling the waves as Hemmingway to his sea. Hers is not the battle of Captain Ahab to his Mobey rather a lonely fishing vessel coasting along the shores. The coast line within her reach, she is choosing not to moor.


I hug her tiny frame of a body. There is strength behind her shoulders. She struggles with the first embrace then settles in to my longing.

I want to be remembered as her mother. That is another dream.

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