#24 – Leaving
24/08/2017
Last night I had a dream but only remember fragments. My mother was speaking to my father: “I want to show you something; it’s my hair. Have you seen how grey it’s gotten?” There was emotion in her voice and a certain sense of urgency. It was as if part of her life with him had passed unnoticed. Dad was quiet; he just listened, appearing receptive to her words.
The dream reminded me of the special someone in my life…
If there was a way,
I’d like to watch her hair turn grey,
One by one,
Day after day.
But all I can do,
Is nurture the feelings
And live moments together
That show how much I care.
I’d like her to feel, that
I want to grow old with her,
Side by side,
Holding hands,
One day at a time.
