DREAMS AND REALITY


For more than fifty years our lives were one,
Living, laughing, crying, sharing everything
Till silent death stole you, now you are gone,
All I have is a ring on a chain around my neck,
An empty chair by the fire, and an empty bed.
Walking now alone along much trod paths,
Not bothering to speak, there’s nothing to be said
For you are not beside me, yet I am not sad.
For night will come with endless happy dreams,
For we are young again and walking hand in hand.
Playing with our children, hearing fun filled screams
As we all rolled on the grass on long summer days.
My dreams are real. Not so the empty chair,
Or cooking for just one I have to do every day,
Or the cold vacant spot in the bed we used to share,
Holding you close is real, looking into your eyes,
Reality is togetherness, reality is sharing love,
So I dream with joy running through my old veins,
Seeing you close beside me, not in heaven above.
Dreams are my reality to see me safely home.

M Ann Margetson Jan 28 1999 ©
POEMS99/Dreamsreal


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