Time for a talk, or more for a listen,
I pray as I lay me down to sleep.
My mom’s voice, her face, I crave a vision
To help give me a needed treat.
I miss my mom, almost five years gone.
Her strength, her laugh, she was always there
To offer me stories, a tune to a song
In which truths and thoughts were often laid bare.
As my eyes close shut and my dreams begin
I hear her voice for which I so long.
The static is great though and I feel a pang
Til she says, “outside, outside, here is wrong.”
So, I traipse toward the thick woods near my home
Where birds trill and winter leaves wave and rustle.
Dozens of butterflies around me roam
Even in the dark they urge me to hustle
Toward a holy place, bound with a hush
‘Til mom starts to talk, words light as wings.
Nothing special, just a laugh and a chat lush
with love and a vow-like verse she sings:
“Know that I am here, like a butterfly glides
Within and without a sacred space
Of Spirit and Love that never hides
‘cause Life is Eternal, a tender Embrace.”
Dedicated to my mom, born Feb. 28. Do you ever have a dream visit from a loved one?



Beautiful, Pam! We all loved your mom, our honorary Cantina Girl! She was fun and an inspiration to live life. Interesting that I’m reading this today, a day where I visited my mom at the cemetery and where I talked to her. When I left, she didn’t stay there, she came with me. We can talk to our moms anywhere and they’re always with us. They even talk back and make us smile. 💕
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Great memories of our Cantina girl times and my mom’s love of being accepted during her visits. In fact, her jokes were raunchier than ours!! 🙂 Yes, our loved ones’ spirits are with us, not in a cold cemetery. Thank GODness!
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A beautiful reflection and tribute to your mom. I like the way you used aspects of the poem for her closing words.
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Thanks so much Frank. Eerie, but hearing her voice and her message was so natural as I wrote the poem. ❤
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Beautiful, Pam. I still miss my mom, too–I just realized it will be 5 years in April. And yes, sometimes she is in my dreams, my dad, too. 💙
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I thought of you and your mom as I posted this poem, Merril. We were fortunate to be so close to our moms and so loved. I’m glad she and your dad both visit you in your dreams. My dad as well, and I always wake up with a smile.
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You’re welcome, Pam. And thank you for thinking of me!
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It never goes away. My mom passed in 1986 and I still miss her. Just this week I had something to tell her then I remembered.
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Yes, Kate, yes I have this same experience. So, I just talk to my mom in my head and many times I hear her answers. I think I knew her so well that her responses are just natural to me. ❤ Thank you so much for sharing. Such love for our moms – it expands our living hearts.
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Happy Heavenly Birthday to your Mom. xxoo
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Thank you, Sue. We daughters have such a special place in our hearts and minds for our moms. ❤
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A psychic told me that my mom would come to me in the form of a butterfly. I always see then and say “Hi Mom”. Happy Birthday in heaven to our moms!!!
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I’ve heard the same. Butterflies and dragonflies and in my case, hummingbirds and rainbows. 🙂 I think the signs of love are there if we accept them.
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The butterfly is a lovely image to communicate the spirit of your mom.
My mother doesn’t appear in my dreams, but she has appeared vividly in both of my memoirs though she has been gone for almost 11 years.
This is a beautiful tribute, Pam! ((( )))
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Yes, Marian, I feel like I know your mom, as if I’ve met her ‘in person,’ from your detailed and fascinating description of her in your memoirs. ❤
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This is just beautiful, Pam. I’m lucky I still have my mom around but this does apply to my father. He’s been gone 12 years next May and I still reach for the phone to ask him something or share or just to bug him. I miss him so much.
Happy Heavenly birthday to your Mom. xoxo
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My heart just twisted for you, Dale, reading your comment. YES, I miss my dad as well and if I sit still enough, and close my eyes, I can still hear his voice (he had a beautiful sonorous voice) telling me he loves me. I bet you do the same thing. What a blessing. ❤
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Awww. You are just so sweet. And yes, I can hear his voice (mine also had a lovely one). It truly is a blessing 💞
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So lovely…and I love your mother’s commanding tone, LOL, in your dream: “outside, outside, here is wrong” directing you. My dad pops by now and then and his appearances in my slumber are always purpose-driven. Reminding me of something I’m missing. Thank you so much for sharing, Pam. Hugs and love to you! 💕
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Oh my gosh, Victoria, you picked up that subtle phrase so well. YES, my mom definitely was the ‘boss’ and loved to direct me (and everyone, ha). I love the idea of your dad’s purpose-driven dream visits. Quite miraculous. ❤
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Love ya, Pam. Thanks for taking us along. 🥰❤️🥰
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What a wonderful poem to the memory of your Mom. I often have visits with my Mom and Dad in my dreams, always as part of the dream plot. I can still hear her voice, but my Dad’s is a bit fainter since he died in 1991.
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This ability to ‘see’ and hear our parents, long gone but never gone, touches me. I’m so glad they visit you in your dreams. ❤
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Thank you, dear. They are in my prayers every night so I keep them near.
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I also miss your mom. She was my best PEO friend and even though we lived miles apart we would meet at conventions and have a blast.
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Ohhhhh, you just brought tears to my eyes. Yes, a ‘best’ PEO friend and sister all year round. ❤
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A sweet poem that makes me feel happy and sad simultaneously. I’m sorry for your loss, but also glad to know how much your mother meant to you.
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The missing is always there, coupled with love and gratitude for all the mom/daughter time we had. My mom suffered the last few years of her life, so I was relieved when she flew off to a better place, but that she can visit from time to time. ❤
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Happy celestial birthday to your mom Pam. It’s said someone truly loved is never lost. Thank you for the beautiful poem and reminder of the ethereal comfort around us all, beyond the physical.
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I believe that is true, Jennifer. A loved one is always within us (and sometimes out there also, with butterflies and soft voices). 🙂
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What a heart-warming homage to your mom, Pam. This poem brought tears to my eyes. It’s natural to talk to our loved ones as they are always near us. Love and hugs dear friend.
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Sending hugs right back to you. I hope you have lots of dream talk with your special loved one, Balroop.
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So beautiful!
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Thank you. 🩵💙
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So beautiful, Pam. Your dream was moving and what a gift. I miss my mom too. I told her I loved her a lot, but I never seems like it was enough. A dream would be most welcome, and I suspect that one day it will come. Hugs. ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤
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I think that’s one thing we learn from the death of a parent. We can never say I love you enough. Same with our children! 💞 I hope your mom visits you soon in a dream. If it’s like mine, you’ll know that she’s just always there with you and has always known your love.
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I already think those things, but would love to have that dream anyway … to feel them.
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This was a bit of a tear jerker, Pam, but so beautiful. I often wish I could have my mom back, even just for one day, but then the next thought is always the same; I couldn’t stand to go through the heartbreak of losing her all over again. But weren’t we lucky to have had our mothers?!
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Now you just gave me goosebumps. Yes exactly. I wouldn’t want her to go through what she went through before she reached the time to go to the next place, wherever that may be. I think love always is with her as it is within us. 💓
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That’s right. I have only been to her grave one time, and I felt nothing. But I feel her with me many times. I pack her around with me in my heart.
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Such sweet memories, Pam. I’m sure you can hear your mom’s voice in your head, offering guidance. I consider my mom to be the most influential person in my life. She was literally the best person I’ve ever known, always kind and patient.
I sometimes dream about my parents, but I think you’re talking about a different and deeper kind of visit. My wife says her dad visited her one night shortly after his death.
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Whatever kind of visit it is in a dream, it is comforting and helps us realize that they have never really gone. What beautiful words about your mom Pete. Thank you for sharing them!
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What a wonderful tribute to your Mum Pam… and what a beautiful soul your mother sounded to be…
I have no doubts at all, she walks along side you often and whispers in your ear …
She is only ever a whisper away…
Lovely post and photos Pam.. I hope you are healing well also my friend xx ❤ Much love xx ❤
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Thanks so much Sue. My mom was a feisty funny active and always interesting woman. I can only hope that I have part of her personality within me. And yes I’ve talked to her a lot as I’ve been dealing with this cancer and face surgery and she is by my side. Thank you so much for asking! 🩵
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Sending healing thoughts your way Pam…. And I am sure your Mum is doing just that too xx ❤
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Pam – a lovely shot of you and your mom. Precious gift of dream talk. Deborah ❤️❤️❤️
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Hi Deborah and thank you so much for your words. Dream talk is special and so important if we listen. Sending hugs 🤗 to you.
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So beautiful! Love is the thing that never dies. It is eternal. Your poem is a wonderful tribute to a very special mother.
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In theory we know that love never dies. In practice, feeling Love surrounding us in dreams as well as when we walk and spy a butterfly or a hummingbird is priceless. 💖
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Yes! I have had similar experiences, and it is very comforting! 🙂
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Moving and lovely Pam. I love to have dreams of my loved ones but they are rare – but welcome when they come.
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Perhaps it’s the fact that these dreams are rare that makes them doubly precious and meaningful, Andrea. And yes, SO welcome and comforting when they come. ❤
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A lovely tribute to your mom, Pamela.My loved ones in my dreams are very seldom but have occurred. Always a joy.
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JOY is precisely the correct word, John.
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How special. It’s almost 4 years since we lost our Mom. I miss her every day. I guess I always will. I have never had a dream visit from her but I did have one from my Dad. It was so vivid. He told me that he was all right. I woke up happy.
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Ohhh, you made ME happy in relating your dream with your dad comforting you, letting you know he’s all right. What a heavenly gift!
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It was so special. A gift for sure. ❤️❤️
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You’ve written a beautiful tribute to your beloved mother.
Yes, I had a dream of my late mother showing up in old clothes to clean woodwork. She was familiar but unsettling at the same time. She died five years ago, and I miss her every day.
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I’m smiling Liz because I think the detailed images of our mom (or dad) visiting us wearing something that maybe was long ago (like old clothes to clean woodwork – fabulous) makes the dream that much more real, even if unsettling. Yes, in some of my mom dreams she’s years younger and telling me what to do (something she did regularly in her own fun way). 🙂
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Aww! So lovely, Pam! ❤️❤️
Yes, dreams can be so comforting.
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Dreams bring us so much, if we’re willing to sink into them. ❤
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They certainly do! I am so grateful for them!
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Pam, this was so touching to read. I loved my mother more than anyone in my life. Although she has been gone for many years, she is always in my heart. She was giving, loving and kind. She adored her children and would do anything she could to make our lives better. I have her photo hanging on the wall in my bedroom so I see her every morning when I awake. I dreamed I saw her sitting at a table with some of her loved ones and she was laughing. I could not reach her but I was glad she was happy. Good mothers are never forgotten, and I had the best.
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Beautifully expressed. What a special mom you had in your life, and really, still have. Yes, good moms are forever a part of our hearts and lives.
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Pam,Your love for your mom shines through; like a brilliant star
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Thank you, Becky. Miss her so much, but then I close my eyes and feel her right there. ❤
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I miss my mom too. She died fourteen years ago at the age of 90. You say your mom was always there to offer you stories and the tune to a song. We can google lots of things but not the particular stories and songs we could always get from our moms. We should have memorized them better.
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Ohhh, what a beautiful lovely and truthful reply. My heart twinged as I read your comment. Yes, our moms’ tunes are original and like none other. Hugs to you. ❤
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Thank you.
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Not as much as I would like, but my son does visit. Here is a fun story: my son went to school in New Orleans and had a girlfriend who is a New Orleans resident. When his beloved Eagles Football Team played in the Super Bowl in NOLA, he visited her.
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Your son had/has a sense of humor. What a wonderful dream visitation, and how wonderful that your son’s girlfriend shared the dream with you. ❤
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Reminds me of my grandma.. lost her to heaven 5 months back.. her presence still feels so vivid..
Love and hugs!
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May you always feel your grandma’s presence beside you, and in your dreams, for years to come. ❤
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So beautiful, Pam. Happy heavenly birthday to your mom. Both of my parents have visited me in dreams. ❤️
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I’m thrilled how many have responded to my poem with affirmations of their own dream visits. Hugs to you, and to the visits from your parents in your dreams. A true loving gift.
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I love this piece. Yes, my deceased family and friends visit me often.
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So glad to hear that. It’s truly a “dreamy” gift.
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Beautiful! Love how you traipsed into the woods to bring her near. My dad’s been gone for 10 years and just this week made me laugh! 🙂
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Oh, Wynne. That is so marvelous!! Thanks for the smile – I love that your dad still ‘tickles your fancy.’
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This was so sweet, and captured the feeling of grieving a loved one so well. There are places where we still hear their voices and feel their presence, and thank goodness for that!
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Yes, a true gift that we can still hear and see our loved one so clearly in our minds and often in our dreams. Thanks, Ann.
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What a beautiful remembrance of your mom!
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She is with me so often! ❤
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That’s wonderful! ❤️
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That is excellent and touching Pam. It flows quite beautifully.
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Thank you, Roy. The verse flew quickly from my pen, so I know I was listening to my mom’s voice as I wrote it. ❤
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such a warm, beautiful post – with also the sadness that comes with loss and your mom sounds like she was extra special – and I liked this part:
“Know that I am here, like a butterfly glides
Within and without a sacred space…”
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Thank you – my mom was ‘one of a kind’ and I miss her. And yet, I believe in her message, knowing she is still here. ❤
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What wonderful words in honor of your mom, Pam. I’ve always had the feeling that nature shows us that the ones we’ve lost are still there for us. 🧡
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Yes, I do too Barbara. We ARE part of Nature and Nature is part of us. xo
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You’re so right 🙂
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