For the past 33 years
I have lived and worked in Africa,
far from my mother who lived in Los Angeles.
One night I dreamed of her
as she slowly walked up the stairs to her apartment.
She was a heavy woman
as she reached the last step,
she looked up at me
and said "Baby, I'm not going to make it, I'm just too tired."
The next morning
I got a communication from the embassy,
I worked as a contractor to USAID in the Congo.
It sadly notified me of my mother's death.
I realized that
last night she had come to say goodbye to me,
and in truth she has never left me.