Once upon a time, we met in a dream

You came to me when I was a youth 

You held my hand and your stare so keen

Your smile so sweet with a missing tooth 

You did not speak when we first met

But always there, I saw your face

You were so familiar to me and yet

you were a memory that had no place

Then one night, you called me “mom”

And sad I was when I awoke

I felt so crazy and yet so calm

Because that night, my subconscious spoke 

Now, brown hair curled and blue eyes bright

I tuck you in and kiss you good night.