A Dream

A Poem by Sarah Beery

A Dream

By Sarah Beery

I was in the mall parking lot, getting ready to go inside and shop. As I pulled into a parking place I looked over and saw my boyfriend’s truck. Big and black with a marine emblem on the back window, there was no doubt that it was his. I examined the truck more carefully while I was getting out of my own car, and I realized that there was a girl sitting in the passenger seat, a girl that I had never seen before. I walked over to the truck and knocked on the window. The girl looked at me, startled a bit because of how suddenly I was there.

A mother and eight of her children died in a house fire on January 30^th 2014 in Greenville, Kentucky. The only people to survive the fire were the husband and their 11- year old daughter. The Band Perry heard about the tragedy and offered to pay for all of the expenses.

Awoken from my nightmarish dreams,
The sounds of wind, howling
Its fists beating against my windows.
Branches scraping,
Like fingernails against the chilled glass.
Shadows creeping across the room
seeking, searching,
a lost child.

At that time he walked out of the mall towards his truck, his face was looking down, focused on his phone. He was probably texting me so that I wouldn’t think he was gone for a suspicious amount of time. He looked up and made eye contact with me. I saw his body tense up his eyes got huge, filling with terror. He knew he had been caught.

“Oh so you’re here on a date with this girl? You’re such a liar, I hate you so much.” I was furious, my hands were in fists.

“Shut up Sarah, it’s not like that.”

Nobody knows why The Band Perry decided to help this family, they never had any connections before the accident. It was concluded that the fire was started from a baseboard heater catching objects nearby on fire. The expenses The Band Perry will pay for are things like the hotel cost of family members staying near the hospital, medical bills, the funeral, and the burial of the deceased family members.

Wind howling still,
Like the ongoing, mournful cry of a wolf,
baying at the full moon.

On and on cries the wind
Forever searching for ears to listen,
longing to be heard.

It was only a dream.