Mome reads Mommy, My daughter's way to spell it when she was younger... It stuck. My son calls me Mome... just like it looks. I now sign all my notes to them "Love, Mome". It's our inside secret and makes them smile. I always want them to smile.

Saturday, August 17, 2013

Dreaming of Angels

I  had a dream last night, about  a boy I knew long ago.

I say boy because, the last time I saw him, he was.

A 20 something, almost man, I had known since 5th grade.

The dream was hot and steamy.

What does that mean?

Something to ponder.

Knowing someone in heaven can penetrate my dreams...


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