Soft dreams of a lonely soul.
I close my eyes…what do I see
Locked in my minds eye, in front of me.
A red brick house, a roof of slate,
Geraniums round a garden gate.
A Mom a Dad, a sister Joan,
A pair of wires…a telephone.
A dog a cat, a tame white rat,
A cushion warm..where Mom had sat.
A window and linoleum floor,
A pathway leading to next door.
A grey old lady… Auntie Kate,
Who always let me stay up late.
A crackling fire burning in the hearth,
The shivers when I took a bath,
A feather bed, white sheets so cool
Skinny dipping in a pool.
A girl with freckles on her face
A soft white petticoat made of lace.
A summer day on my Dads farm,
A horse and cart, a strong brown arm,
Lifts me aloft…it made my day,
To travel atop a load of hay.
The burning sunshine turns to night
Gods in His Heaven…all is right.
Then all I see is turned to gloom
And standing there in our front room.
I smell the scent of flowers…rare
Bedecking my Dads coffin, standing there.
Mom and sister weep and weep
And tell me “Daddy`s gone to sleep.”
Coming back from out my trance,
Did that dream come…just by chance?
A tear slides deftly from my eye,
“Dear Lord, why did Daddy have to die?”
All this I remember…just my fate?
And all before the age of eight.
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