Wednesday 7 March 2018

Dreaming of my grandchildren

In my dream I was all alone
Found a brand new telephone
Thought I heard a quiet little voice
Picked it up; had no choice
I heard you whispering; softly; my name
I swear I tried to hear what you said; a shame
I could not understand what you said
As I held it closer; your voices fled
It was as if I was listening; surreptitiously in 
As you lived your lives; so very far away
It was like I was given a slight inkling
I glimpse of what you all sounded like
Having fun; there across the seven seas
As you should be; a loving family
But sadly; without me...

3rd March 2018




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