This morning when I went to sleep
Past midnight once again
I had a dream so real for me
Coming back so vividly
Allow me to type
So I can capture my dream
Before it vaporizes
And is taken from me
I dreamt of my mother
How she entered my room
She was on a bicycle
Geared up and ready to go
(All those weekly photo challenges
Of wheels and bicycles converging –
Gate crashing my dream)
First time my mother on a bicycle I’ve seen
Knock at the door
And friends waiting to go
Spend some time with my mother
And have themselves a day of fun
I was an onlooker at this little game
My mother acting strangely
Not like my mother would at all
She leaned over to give me a hug
I turned myself away, I’m sorry
No hugs coming your way
Give me back my mother, not one acting so strange
Tell me, where is my mother?
Where has she gone?
A little bittersweet?
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It made me a little sad, thank you for reading and commenting!
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I always like your poems, thank you
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Thank you! 😊
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Haunting. What is happening in dreams. May I reblog go “Tales of Unwise Paths”?
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Yes you may, thank you! 🙂
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Many thanks. I am enjoying reading your blog. Great range!
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Thank you!
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Reblogged this on Tales of Unwise Paths.
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