The Dream

tom and minnie on wedding dayMammaw Minnie came to me in a dream recently,
As a child near the age I was when she died.
She wore the dress and hair ribbon I’d seen in an old photograph.
Until the dream I did not know they were yellow.
Relatives drifted in and out of familiar old rooms,
forming groups.
Everyone laughed and talked at once.

I sat near the old black telephone
When she came over to me.
We greeted each other as confidantes,
And she sat on the floor at my feet.
Dreamlike, only I recognized her, acknowledged her.
As I looked into dark mirroring eyes,
We conversed.
I can not recall a single word.

The old phone rang rudely,
Its bad news dispersing the family.
Mammaw sprang to her feet agilely, poised to run.
“Wait.” I touched her arm. “Come home with me.”
“I can’t,” she said. “I have other places to go.”
I awoke filled with a wonder which, even now, haunts my soul.

Like light radiating from a star,
It’s as though in life her physical form
Was imprisoned, due to limited capabilities,
Within a narrow visible spectrum.
But, in a dream, I viewed the light outside the perceivable
And glimpsed my grandmother’s boundless spirit,
Eternally young and beautiful,
Endlessly and totally free.
Anita Stubbs

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I am a private person, but need a place to publish my writings, which have accumulated over the years.   I am in the autumn of my life, and feel the need to preserve some of what I have written in forms of poetry, short stories, and articles.  I have written one novel and now am working on my second one. I live quietly with my husband of 57 years, as of this coming November, in Texas.  My ancestors first came to Texas prior to the Civil War.  Other than the five or so years when we moved out of state, I have lived my life here. Anything more you may wish to know about me, you can hopefully gather from my writings, as far as my values, my character, and my impressions of humanity -- in as much and as far as I have experienced it, or imagined it.

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