Dreaming of You by Karen Edwards

Dreaming of You

by Karen Edwards

Last night I dreamt that Momma came to me. We were at Mom's house. I was in the living room and I had an art pad and colored pencils. I began to draw a picture of Momma-Loo. And then, here she came, from the kitchen and into the living room - older, but strong and alert, happy, rubbing against everyone; everyone so happy to see her! She came to me. I touched her sweet fur the way I always had and she began to purr. I felt her! I heard her. How can you be here, my baby Loo? You were lifeless in my arms! A ghost, then. . .but ghosts don't push against you and tell you they love you with throaty purrs. Where have you been then? Oh, Loo, I have neglected you, then, because I haven't seen you in so long! Where have you been? I love you so much, my baby girl. And finally, she walked to the hall and looked up at me, and her shoulders started to shudder. . .What's happening, baby? Are you in pain? No, but she needed me close, so close, so I bent down and put my arms around my baby, enveloped her, and cupped her little back paws in my hands. I could feel my baby. I closed my eyes. And then I opened them and she was gone, but for a moment I could feel her sweet, soft body in my arms. My baby. I cried for my little darling as I'm crying now, and my drawing of Momma had become a photograph of her.

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