DreamscapeA Poem by David Lewis PagetYou
woke me, crying out in your sleep That
a part of you had died, I
could hear the birds by the window seat As
they woke and chattered outside, So
I turned and shook you gently Thinking
to ease your troubled mind, ‘I
dreamt I’d been to my wake,’ you said, ‘And
the folk were so unkind!’ ‘It
was only a dream,’ I thought to say But
my tongue was swiftly curbed, You’d
slipped so quietly out of the room And
the bed was undisturbed, I
followed, down to the kitchen but You
must have gone outside, Out
by the dear old mulberry bush I
could hear you, as you cried. Your
sister came and she made the tea You
were talking on the phone, I
could hear you in the solarium So
I took my tea alone, Then
I wandered down to the port, to watch Them
load the ships with grain, And
looked for you on the jetty there But
all I could feel was pain. We’ve
been together for forty years But
something’s rearranged, I
think you must be avoiding me But
I love you just the same, You
wave to me from the flower beds As
I sit in the old deckchair, And
read my book in a cosy nook Then
I look, and you’re just not there. You
talk to me in my dreams at night And
you say that you love me too, And
we wander hand in hand again As
we always used to do, But
I think that your mind is fading fast You
forget so much today, But
we’ll stick together through thick and thin I’m
there for you, come what may. Your
sister summoned the doctor, I Was
out by the kitchen door, ‘I
think he’s looking for you, my dear, But
we’ll fool them, like before.’ She
said, ‘He doesn’t accept the fact That
my sister fell asleep, He’ll
have to be put in a Nursing Home!’ I
sit on the step, and weep! David
Lewis Paget © 2012 David Lewis PagetFeatured Review
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