Golden Touch Craps
She said, "No" by Frank Scoblete
It was just a dream just a dream.
Several years ago my mother died from complications of Alzheimers in short, her body just shut down. In the last few months of her life she didnt recognize anyone. She could have been a wooden dummy with those vacant staring eyes.
But in this dream she was old, yes, but mobile. I had someplace to go and she was to come with me. But she hadnt shown up. So I went inside and I found her standing behind a table.
I went around to her and took her arm an old, thin arm and led her out of the building. She seemed confused.
"You were supposed to meet me," I said.
She looked at me.
"Dont you remember?" I asked.
"No," she said.
"Mom, dont you remember me?" I asked.
"No," she said.
"I am your son, Frankie, dont you know who I am?"
"No," she said.
I woke up. It was 3AM. I said to myself, "It was just a dream." But I never fell back to sleep that night. I just kept repeating:
It was just a dream.
