My Dream Of Reality Poem by Mary Nagy
My Dream Of Reality
Last night I was awake
while all the others slept.
I left my bed and wandered
through the house we've neatly kept.
I went from room to room
and with each creaking door.
I saw my dreams from childhood.
I wasn't sleeping anymore.
I saw the son I dreamt of
riding bikes and playing ball.
He is so young and handsome.
He's going to have it all.
My daughter's looked so peaceful
just beauty at it's best.
I've done nothing to deserve them.
How could I be so blessed?
As I looked around the house
and wandered back to bed
I knew then how my dreams came true
as my husband sleepily said.....I love you.
What I liked most about this poem was the structure, the strategy of walking through the house at night alone and finding something special in each room. That's good poetry for me.
Wow, John Kay took the words right out of my mouth. I was going to say that I like the concept of moving around the house with each room eliciting an emotional response.
Hi Mary, what a sweet poem, I doubt if my husband would know I was up and about, he sleeps so heavily nothing wakes him, I can assure you. Sincerely Ernestine
Just over halfway sifting through your posted popems. Your style certainly seems very popular. Maybe I should adopt it? Keep at it Mary
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Lovely family life.....