It was bound to happen—
my granddaughter Nova
appearing in my dreams.
In this one I tell her
of Superman lore
till nighttime
when we stand outside.
Her hoisted on to my left hip
others standing there besides
I get to point him out
first far away and small
trailing sparks like a comet
over building silhouettes
distant and tall
then closer, larger
till he flies right over(!)
two armfuls of muppet animals
secure in his embrace—
all very much alive(!)
a smile on every face.
That is a marvelous dream! I love the idea of Superman flying with the muppets!
glad you like it, suzanne. quirky, eh? thank you for taking the time to follow up on this, read it, and comment. appreciatively, glen
peculiar as it may sound, this poem relates the dream i had. it made me smile. another poem on my granddaughter is imprinting: the birth of nova. i appreciate your reading and commenting, akhtar. -glen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful dream- - The people we love most, we also want to be near.Your grand daughter Nova seems to be in your subconscious and you want to tell her stories about heroes and supermen.Even in your dream her presence is so pleasing.
Hey, Bharati! Glad you found this poem. Yes, Nova is a big part of our lives. And as you can imagine, this dream left a smile in my heart. Thank you for your comment. -Glen