DREAM WAS ABOUT

A FATHER TALKS TO HIS DEAD SON

What the dream
was about
I have small

recollection,
only that you
were there,

there in that
black overcoat,
your broadness,

your silent presence,
and I hugged you,
my son,

and yet did not
remember you
were dead

until I woke.
I wanted
to return

to the dream
but it
had dissolved

some place
inside
my head.

Reviews

[Penlady]

Even I am still full of your sorrow...I understand the physicality of death, believe in Heaven and look forward to seeing all I miss, but still have not figured out how to ease that ragged edge of pain that just seems to get to the healing then reopens again...I am still so sorry for Ole's loss...bless you and yours Terry!

[Terry Collett]

Thank you, Penlady. The part of me that knows that Ole is safe and OK, battles with the part of me that wants him here still.

[Penlady]

Yes, I understand completely...

[I Am Svetlana]

It's scary to have flashbacks or dreams to when the person was still alive. The ones where you can still feel them there, wishing you would've said all the things you kept inside. The dead are never gone, they watch over us...they are there if we acknowledge it. They are never gone from our memories. Very heartfelt and honest write :)

[Terry Collett]

Thank you, Svetlana

[Kelly Scheppers]

To awaken from a dream where you were allowed the time to be with a loved one, is one I have endured the immeasurable pain of, time and time again.

"I wanted
to return
to the dream
but it
had dissolved"

If only we could rewind our lives, the moments of a dream where we touch again, and feel. Another wonderful read, Terry!

[Terry Collett]

Thank you, Kelly. God bless.