gone are the days
when a dream
was only a dream.
nanny laughing in the kitchen
among the jovial din
of family and friends.
lily and dudley
chasing one another
along the furniture;
two white blurs
coming to a stop
to cover me with
precious pink-tongued kisses.
mama…
oh, sweet mama
and her beautiful voice
lifting and flowing
through the living room
as she prepares
her songs for Jesus
for the next day.
remember:
gone are the days
when a dream
was only a dream.
what comes after i wake:
pain,
loss,
grief.
fear,
regret,
hate.
yes! i admit!
it
still
hurts.
do not tell me
this poem is sad.
this poem is true.
and that is all…
all i have left to give.
so, please,
accept it.
and grow.
