Grandmother's Return

On the eve of my return
to my native land
not beheld by my eyes
nor touched by my feet
since the time of rupture
generations ago...
my mother's mother...
...guide of my life...
appears to me in a dream
packed suitcases at her side
....waiting....
it is the first time...the only time...
grandmother has come to me
since her passing in this land
on a Christmas twenty nine years past.....
the true meaning of this vision eludes me
these seven years lived...although...
theories have come and gone......
until...the dream tweaks
to reveal...a reason....
you see...grandmother knows...
I am returning...and wants to come
but...for her to make the journey back...
back to the land of her relatives
where the spirits of her loved ones wait...
I am to bring her vision with me
to the earth of my birth....
carry her home in the only way
she can travel there...as a thought....
a gentle memory...made real...by a dream.........