Silent, Like Sleep

Silent, Like Sleep

Within the depths of my dreams lies the comfort
found in my mother’s arms, the same offered
in return, no words needed, when she was in need
in the last years of her life. While no soul is
ever truly silent, hers was gentle to the end,
and so she appears in my dreams.

The short poem is my response to Twiglet #227 from Misky, which offers this line as a prompt: “silent, like sleep.” Unable to adequately care for herself, my mother lived with me for the last two years of her life. Although it was a difficult time, I don’t regret a moment of it.

15 thoughts on “Silent, Like Sleep

  1. Words can comfort … but also can interfere with inner peace (for speaker, for listener)
    So many things I never said/asked my son in his last few weeks … we spent hours in silence together … just accepting

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