Sunday, January 7, 2018
THE DREAM: JANUARY 7, 2018 Sunday's Whirligig, The Sunday Whirl, Poets United Poets Pantry
The Dream: January 7, 2018
upon waking the feeling of the dream stayed with me it seemed
though it was made up of the smallest things a visit
the children were small perhaps it was a dream - memory
i pulled the paper ticket from my bag it was time for me to leave
i gathered my things checked my watch filled with dread
i would not make the plane a staccato dance/ checked my watch
all was quiet too early to get up the years flew by
i was back in my bed left with only the feeling of yesterday
we were two young mothers
with young children in our care memories returned
of so many visits always ending in that staccato dance
the wild dash to the airport the flammable stone still in my hand
had we known then would we have continued would we say
it was all worth it each day sprinkled with magic dust filled with
love and laughter
just like a dream my baby sister and me my sidekick
we traveled the yellow brick road in hopes of meeting the wizard
January 7, 2018
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