Mandy Tams The Golden Girl Poet Couplet

In My Dreams

~In My Dreams~
I can’t believe it look what I see!
There you are looking at me.

How did you know we just talked of you?
A thousand miles from home, can this be true?

To see you there is like the lottery win
I never thought I’d see you again.

The world is small and gets smaller each day
What a fantastic thing has happened today.

Your eyes are just as I knew and remembered
You hair a little thinner that I think was intended.

I never thought you would be so tanned
Gosh how I have dreamed of holding you hand.

How come you are here in my hiding place?
No matter, I always wanted to look at your face.

 Come here; come hug me I just can’t believe
So strong and warm for you I did grieve.

You have never met your brother –in-law!
I felt a bump on the head I was then on the floor.

I cried as I realised it was not as it seemed
For my little dead brother was just in my dream.
©20/09/2012 ~GG~

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Harry Horsman April 21, 2014 at 4:49 AM just strolling along in your immersible poetry, knowing i.m on safe ground here, enhanced with in your heartfelt poems...

Bl Devnath September 23, 2012 at 6:08 AM Poignant theme of dream. Dream sometimes bear sorrow and pain, you know well. One thing I loved and agreed with you that this world is small and get smaller each day. Thanks for reading my write and for comment. Loved always, bl

Harry Horsman September 20, 2012 at 6:45 AM this is really very sad, the more one reads it... soup mail Mandy Tams The Golden Girl September 20, 2012 at 6:53 AM it is sad really harry because it is true, his little life was taken when he was a baby he was next to me in age and I remember the the night it happened even though I was only thirteen months older than him, I often wonder what he would be doing now if he had not been left with a babysitter that night.

Harry Horsman September 20, 2012 at 6:01 AM another lovely heartfelt poem, another i like very much.. soup mail.