My mommy loves me...She came into my dream, with an important message....
(photo. of my mom was taken in 2005, a year before she passed away. On December 2006, she went to heaven to join God)
I'm glad to know that my mom is watching over me, and knows what is going on with my life. Now I'm so certain there is a higher level in life that we all go to when we die.

Mommy came into my dream this morning,
just before I woke up, and here's my dream:

I was back in school writing an exam.
We were all going to write something
on a free topic, but for some reasons
my pen would not work.

In my dream I tried to use my marker
to write
but found it was dried up
and the words would not come on to the paper.

My teacher was waiting for me
other students had handed in
their papers,
and one by one they had left,
except me and another student
who seemed to be my cousin
who only died recently of heart attack.
He used to join a missionary group
at one point in his lifetime,
and went around the world to preach
for a few years,
then finally came back home,
and then got married.

My cousin and I were the last ones there,
and I had yet to write my free verse.
I've found another marker,
but once again
it was not of permanent ink.
Perhaps this is a crayola marker...
I thought.
I wrote something again,
and this time on an ugly male doll that wore
a brown cape.
In this dream, I thought it was a clown.
I wrote on its brown cape
about the clowns in the circus,
but that too, did not stay on the cape!
The words got smudged and disappeared!

Now I was feeling frantic!
As it seemed to me that my cousin
had handed in his paper too,
and had left as well.
I began to become more and more frantic,
and was afraid that I would fail my exam.
Suddenly I was at work now, and
I remembered all the pens
and the stationery that I had bought
for all the employees in my department to use.
I went to the supply room,
reached into one of the cabinets
to find a ball-point pen.

Now I'm back in my schoolroom.
My teacher came over to me, and she said,
"Sandie, you are okay.
Don't worry so much about the paper,
I know you can write."
Then I started to cry and told her
the ink from the markers would not
stay on the paper, and
I needed to write with a ball-point pen,
so my words would stay.

Suddenly, the strangest thing had happened!
My teacher had now changed into my mother!
Mommy hugged me, and asked me,
"Did you and others think I was skinny and old?"

And I replied, "No mommy! You were never that..."
I continued to say,
"You were always so young and beautiful!!!
You only lost weights and grown older
during those last two weeks
of your life;
but even so,
you were always so beautiful!!!
And in my eyes,
you were and always will be
a wonderful mommy too!"

She began to cry again -
probably this time -
in tears of joy.
And she hugged me and kissed me.

And as I awoke, I thought of a poem,
and here's to you, my sweet mommy:

When I was a little girl
I would always doubt my self value;
but as I grew older
I knew I had a lot of rainbows
inside me,
each representing a battle I had fought and won
in my life.
And this is how God will see each one of us;
And this is how your God will see in you too.
People only see us from our outer shells,
but our true values within ourselves
are the only thing that counts.

No matter what religion we all have,
our God is counting our true values,
and memorizes each in HIS good book.

And Thank You Mommy for making me see that!
Your message is well-received
and well-appreciated! -
I'm feeling free to write now!
But you know in my heart
you will always be the best
and the most beautiful mommy
in the world for me!!

Hugs and love back to you, mommy,
from your loving daughter,

Sandie
6/2/2014


© Sandie Angel, 6/2/2014