Writers' Blog Home
About Me
My Morsels
Nana's Poetry
Gram M Speaks
Stacia's Words
Sandra's Works
My Munchkins
The Gallery
Poetry Forums
Some
Great
Contemporary
Poets
Custom Poetry by
Elizabeth Santos
Balladeer
Kit McCallum
Karilea Jungel
Martie
Odell-Ingebretsen
Renay
Piercey-Nesius
Marge Tindal Your
Privacy
Contact
Us
|
My
Dream
by Velma M. Carlson
I
dreamed last night that he came
Home
It was as real as it could be.
He said, “Vel, come on and take
A walk
Come on and follow me.”
He took my hand and we
Skipped along, through the
Woods so bright and clear.
We were so young, and full of pep,
But, it sure seemed real to me.
“Now, can’t you see how happy I am?
I don’t have an ache or pain.
So, please – Dear, don’t cry – be happy
And laugh – I’ll be sure to come back again.
I’ll be back in just no time at all –
So you be happy, please?
And then one day, when I return
Maybe you will come with me,
Talking of our sweet memories.
You will hold my hand and I’ll hold yours.
And pray it may ever be.”
1987
A simile is as easy as pie, but a
metaphor is a piece of cake!
Poetry From the Generations - Nan's Morsels
© All work included on this site is
copyrighted by Nancy Ness, the original author or artist, and/or the
Carlson family. DO NOT reproduce or use elsewhere, any works found
herein without explicit written permission from us.
Nan's
Morsels Privacy Policy
|
|
