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