His Dream Poem by Jim Yerman

He dreamt about his mom and dad last night…
He was walking with them in the sand
at at time when they were young, and happy…
they were walking hand in hand.

They walked in silence along the beach
and he noticed the symmetry…
how the moments they were together
felt, to him like, poetry.

He didn't remember much about the dream…
the sequence …hard to compile
but he remembered how they clutched his hand…
and he remembered how they smiled.

"Dad…Mom…what are you smiling about? "
"What are we doing here." he said.
But before either could answer him…
he woke up in his bed.

He wasn't particularly close to his parents…
no need to know the reasons why
Suffice it to say although they loved each other…
they didn't always see eye to eye.

His parents died before they reconciled…
and he made peace with that somehow…
So why after so many dreamless years….
would he dream about them now?

Dreams can be interpreted in many ways.
no rule is hard and fast.
Perhaps he was missing his parents,
or moments from his past.

It could be in his dreams
he was once again that little lad..
who craved comfort from his mother
and reassurance from his dad.

Perhaps we're never meant to understand our dreams…
And no dream is exactly as it seems…
Perhaps we're meant to have a little mystery in our life
and a little poetry in our dreams.