poem “Love, Love, Love, Love, Love (dreams 12/14/20)”, poem about a dream being there when your mother dies, By Chicago Poet Janet Kuypers

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See this YouTube video 4/25/21 of Janet Kuypers reading her poem “Love, Love, Love, Love, Love (dreams 12/14/20)” for the 2021 Poetry Bomb at the Alamo (this video was filmed from a Panasonic Lumix 2500 camera; posted on Facebook, Twitter, Linkedin, Pinterest, Instagram and Tumblr). #janetkuypers #janetkuyperspoem #janetkuyperspoetrybomb

See this Facebook live video stream of Janet Kuypers reading the beginning of her poem “Love, Love, Love, Love, Love (dreams 12/14/20)” (live stream cut off) for the 2021 Poetry Bomb 4/25/21 at the Alamo (this video was filmed and streamed live from a Samsung S9 camera). #janetkuypers #janetkuyperspoem #janetkuyperspoetrybomb

Love, Love, Love, Love, Love
(dreams 12/14/20)
Janet Kuypers
12/14/20
When my mother died,
years ago,
us kids were far away
and we only heard
through a phone call.
But I just dreamt
that we were nearby
and we were all
waiting by her side
for her life to end.
It was early morning,
and I walked into her room
where she was laying,
and my sister was there
(she was the one
that was so much
closer to mom) —
and I never questioned
why dad wasn’t there,
but I just walked over
to the beds,
mom was there,
laying so serenely,
and my sister,
on the next bed,
had almost a slightly
somber
smile to her face.
By her side,
she must have
come to terms
with mom dying
right about now.
So I turned to mom,
thinking this was
past the end,
and then her eyes
started to slowly open.
          In my dream, she
          didn’t even look like mom,
          I don’t even think
          her eyes were the right color,
          but that didn’t matter to me,
          in my dream I could
          suspend my reality,
          because this way
          I could finally say goodbye.
When I saw my mom’s
eyes start to open,
I panicked a bit,
is she trying to
be conscious
one final moment,
and then I wondered
if her muscles were
finally giving in,
as she left
her mortal coil forever.
If this was it,
I had to say something,
I had to say farewell,
and the only world
that could leave my mouth
was
love
over and over again.
So I just kept
repeating the word
love
love, love, love, love, love,
over and over again,
until the muscles around
her eyes and mouth
started opening too much
and I knew she was gone.
I hope she heard me.
This was all I could do.
And then I thought,
she’s gone,
and I woke myself up.

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