up the main stair and 'cross the room,
all faded wallpaper still a-bloom.
find the catch to pull or press
to the backstairs of her current address.
the steps all rotted but walls intact
climb the walls into the back,
betwixt the attic and uppermost floor:
there's her long unopened bedroom door.
"you were my mother, too long ago,
and since rebirth, I've felt your glow;
to be so in life while I live in death,
cherish the feeling of you warm pleasant breath."
This is based on someone else's dreams, not my own.