Poem: A Dream About My Momma

I had this dream a month before my mother passed on July 22. I read this recollection of the dream at my mother’s funeral service this past Tuesday morning.


I walked into my mother’s home expecting her not to be there, but instead still in the hospital.

But there she was. In the kitchen, cooking for me and my brother. Looking more alive than ever; probably healthier than the both of us.

But it scared me.

She was supposed to be “sick,” layed up in the hospital. And if she was discharged and allowed to come home she should’ve been in bed. Resting. I was afraid that she was confused. What with all the medications they have her on and the effects of the chemotherapy, and radiation she had months back, and the cancer cells that are renting out space in her brain. I was afraid that she might not remember me. That she would act strangely toward me.


She turned around and sort of smiled at me, still engaged in the cooking she was doing, pot of food in one hand, stirring spoon in the other. I was overwhelmed. How could she be so worried about preparing dinner for me and my brother when she was still recovering from everything she’d been through? With cancer? With her whole life?

I felt every emotion bottled inside my tall, dark frame combust sending the pressure up to my lid. I was blown away. We embraced one another. We hugged, pot of food still in her left hand and the spoon still in her right, around me.

I woke up. I burst out into tears. I gasped. I fought to catch my breath.

She’s so strong.

I love her.

Olayinka Akingbade’s Obituary

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5 Responses to Poem: A Dream About My Momma

  1. Mattie J. says:

    I am so sorry about your mother’s passing 😦 May she rest in peace. Your writing is marvelous. Truly beautiful.

  2. Mary says:

    Adeshola, you are really a great writer and without even knowing your mom this almost made me cry. Also, she’s gorgeous.

  3. I know it’s been awhile but i just want to say i’m so sorry for your loss ad. Your mother was a truly great & caring person, no matter how you lived or acted or whatever the case may be, she accepted anyone & cared for them as if they were her own. I still remember meeting her at Kings Way & thinking how lucky you & Malike were to have such a cool, amazing mom. Your writing is beautiful & I can see you’re definitely going to go far with it. I know this is a hard time for you guys but I also know how strong you & your brother are. If you ever need anything or anyone to talk to I’m here.

  4. Thank you all for reading.

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