At supper I recite my gratitude for the news that mother is well and that the Father dreamt of her Inside of me she remembers him and in my dream He loved her most and my heart remembers him the father who would leave his son to rejoin her and the father an only begotten son who misses her still and always At supper my prayers are offered to the god of remembrance of solitude, whose blessings wrap me in the fog that hides the lines between what has passed and could not be hoped for between my dreaming and His between prayer an thankfulness I dream of mother, and of the Father who has found his way to her and in my dream gratitude comes with supper and the thought that they dream of me [23-II-2010]