Dreamscape

Dreams come to me like

silent movies on a

blank screen

 

The lights fade

the faces appear before me

 

You say don’t worry

we’ll look after her

She’s so tiny

An angel and perfect in every way

 

You know we only had her

for a few short hours

before she went on to join you

But the memory of her face

is still so fresh in our hearts

I see her now by your side

stars reflecting in her blue eyes

and a smile on her lips as she takes your hand

and slowly fades from my sight.

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In memory of my granddaughter
Megan Danielle Sullivan
April 10, 1995-April 11, 1995

© April 1995