I had a dream that my mom showed me her grave. 

She called it "the speakeasy"

Because of the music she set up to play there. 

I wondered who this woman was,

Whose only desire in the afterlife 

Was to have fun.

I thought, maybe she was always there,

And it was only when I came along

That something changed. 

Now she has the opportunity

To revive that part of herself

In a place I won't be with her.