Picture Poem #289 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Comments

Thanks. - Isn't yesterday's unknown future, sometimes still today dreams, before it becomes reality, if this dream then becomes reality...? Read the poets before me, for example, William Butler Yeats and T.S. Eliot “Redeem the time, redeem the dream” - T.S. Eliot

Just about the most fun you can get out of a very short poem. But I will share, and ask, about the last line. I was in a magical kind of realm as I read, and then the last line brought me to an image of dad coming in the driveway, not a terrible image, but not a favorite childhood image. Was the last line meant to bring reality to the fantasy?