Oh, Come, Come Sweet Dreamer
And in my dream- I am a yesterday dreamer,
I am transported to a long ago summer;
and become lost in a sea of blooms and glitter,
where I roam touching each fragile flower.
I know this place- it is the garden of mother,
where a butterfly drifts like a sun dancer;
yes, I recall that bright painted daisy cluster,
and the swaying sweet scented lavender.
Delightful are the phlox- in a tapestry border,
and those pink parfait verbena crawlers;
rich blue are the morning glory hangers,
and the black-eyed susan are still stunners.
I walk in awe- a flower garden picker,
and little birds came to a wooden feeder;
the air is full of their constant chatter,
even the whirling, twirling of a hummer.
I see my childhood cat- I called her Whisper,
but my dream is fading and memories scatter;
I try to hold on by dreaming just a bit deeper,
oh no, everything is gone in one last quiver.
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May 22, 2018
Poetry/Monorhyme/Oh Come, Come Sweet Dreamer
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