Future Waiting in Our Dreams

A dream of the future.

This great reuniting,

Happing in front of me,

The longing they are no longer fighting;

 

Who is the man holding the child,

Hard and Scruffy,

Tender and Mild;

 

Facial hair tis what hardens his face,

Along with his red flannel,

And camo colored cap;

 

The child she shines with such beauty,
The soft pink of her dress bounces with her step,

And upon her head sits a matching bow,

Into his arms she goes;

 

Hair cut short at a soft bob beneath her chin,

With bangs that hang above her eyes soft and thin,

And it all sways with its own airy ways,

Upon her perfect porcelain face;

 

They feel such joy to be holding each other,

A great departing separating one from the other,

The only thing missing is but a mother;

 

Could the missing be me,

My future waiting,

Something I wasn’t meant to feel but only see;

 

The future lingers with answers waiting,

For now we won’t know,

Pieces we may briefly see,

Because as we sleep our dreams hold the key.

Reviews

[Aisha]

I really like this poem. It doesn't come straight out and say, "I miss so-and-so and it hurts", but makes it clear what you're talking about (if that makes sense to anyone aside from me). You also have some nice physical description, which is rare in a poem. I love the rhyme scheme also, how it's not set in stone, but something that flows and changes with the poem. Good job, and keep writing!