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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I struggle and battle in the night, twisting and turning, All day I was so inner, deep and peaceful in my soul; Now images and pictures from my past flicker and flare, I am a small little girl playing with baby dolls; Then I am sipping delicious tea with my grandma. I see my child self, looking into an ornate china cabinet, And my grandma saying be careful now dear heart; Oh why, the pain of night, dreams that pierce the soul, For my grandma is sipping her tea in heaven; Then I am back in the present and my painful reality. My old, old, sick cat is hanging in by a whisker these days, I am hesitating, unsure with making the right decision; And then she presses her little paws on my face, I am lost, the price of this bottomless love, is grief; Tomorrow I will make a decision or maybe the next day. Now I am with mother in her tangled wild summer garden, How we loved to plant and care for those sweet flowers; And we would stroll hand in hand to appreciate and admire, And father would say is this lawn getting smaller, For sure dad each year the garden is getting bigger and better. Dad never knew about the flowers we concealed in the garage, Now I am in the cemetery, weeping, weeping and weeping; Engraved in that cold, lonely stone, mother and father, Oh why, the pain of night, dreams that pierce the soul; Is it real that I have been left alone in the world with no anchor. At work I hold the hands of the old people at the nursing home, I want to make their day happy even if just for today; To do whatever I can to bring joy, happiness and compassion, And they press their fingers to my face with smiles; Oh why, the pain of night, dreams that pierce the soul. _______________________________ March 5, 2015 Poetry/Verse/''Oh Why, The Pain of Night, Dreams'' Copyright Protected, ID 03-648-621-05 All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France For the Standard contest, The Pain of Night, sponsor, Tammy Ream, Judged 03/2015 Third Place
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