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About This Poem
The Dream
In lonely, pleasant quietude
I walked along the way.
No one to break my solitude
So early in the day.
I watched with fascination
The first bright, rosy glow
Suffuse the springtime, morning sky
In this my private show.
It was as though I walked on clouds
So beautiful the scene.
I broke into a lively run
As if just seventeen.
I awakened as the nurse arrived
To give me meds for pain.
It's two days since I lost my legs.
I'll never walk again.
Entered in Dream contest
Written 10/12/10
My husband lost both of his legs to amputation from a disease that killed him just 8 months later. I never saw him smile again. He was unable to turn over in bed without help and I can only hope he was able to walk in his dreams
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