![]() dream timeA Poem by Emily B![]() for OT's contest![]() My dad wanders in and out of my dreams. The conversations are better than I ever remember. He says stuff to me now.
Apparently being dead does bring wisdom. We were watching a flood, him and me. Up home. Must have been astral travel cause I don't know how I could have got there.
Well, anyway, we were watching the water storm through the yard and the street and the middle of the house. And I could feel my insides aching to mourn for all the things that I watched float away. He grinned. And said "let it go, it's just stuff." And I ducked my head and wiped away the tears and wondered again how he got so smart. © 2011 Emily BFeatured Review
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Added on June 23, 2011Last Updated on June 23, 2011 Author![]() Emily BRichmond, KYAboutto the Lost Boys I am no Wendy; but my voice brings you back to me. And you sit around my feet, anxious for a story or a kiss. Listening to my words spinning adventures, like so much g.. more..Writing
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