Beware the poetry...
The Dream
I had a dream one long cold night
which woke me in a sweat
A dream of what might once have been
but which I’ll never get.
I dreamt of dancing with my child
her small feet on the wood
tip-toeing, jumping, twirling round
We laughed and life was good.
She swished her little cotton dress
and showed off dimpled knees,
Smiled at me with eyes so bright
and curls blown by the breeze.
I scooped her up and threw her high
her hands flew to the sky
like a bird my angel girl
but that joy was a lie.
I woke with my chest aching
and neck sore from the chair
beside my daughter’s listless form,
awaking to a nightmare.
I had a dream one long cold night
which woke me in a sweat
A dream of what might once have been
but which I’ll never get.
I dreamt of dancing with my child
her small feet on the wood
tip-toeing, jumping, twirling round
We laughed and life was good.
She swished her little cotton dress
and showed off dimpled knees,
Smiled at me with eyes so bright
and curls blown by the breeze.
I scooped her up and threw her high
her hands flew to the sky
like a bird my angel girl
but that joy was a lie.
I woke with my chest aching
and neck sore from the chair
beside my daughter’s listless form,
awaking to a nightmare.