When I sleep, I dream

About my mother and her land. My origins.

When I sleep I dream

Dreams of such lucidity

The beauty of my mother’s land

The beauty of its poverty

 

When I sleep I dream,

Of the house that she grew up in

With her 7 brothers and sisters

Living in a bungalow but sharing the hope within

 

When I sleep I dream,

Of the stories she would tell me

How she worked 50 degree heat

Just so her siblings had food to eat

 

When I sleep I dream,

Of how she punched a lover in the face

Simply because it was a disgrace

To the land she so willingly embraced

 

When I sleep I dream,

Dreams of such lucidity

But when I wake I see,

These plane tickets have made this a reality.

Reviews

Wow such a strong powerful 1st stanza, loved the last stanza as well.
This is powerful and deep. Love this, so well written.