Sara Kendrick Poet Monchielle Stanza

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Vivid Dreams

The vivid dream retained

If only a picture
Of that beautiful house
Remained. One photo is left
One of you and your spouse

The vivid dream retained

Each time I dream the dream
Every alcove and niche
Becomes more defined
In style, the house was rich

The vivid dream retained

If only I could see
You again and visit
Tell all we know and share
The earth is doomed. Is it?

The vivid dream retained

Soon we'll meet in heaven
The house won't mean anything
But our familial love will 
Awesome feelings bring  

Written: January 27, 2021
I keep having this dream about my uncle and aunt's home which burned after they sold it and moved years and years ago. The people who bought it did not live there but maybe six months before it went up in flames. I guess the dream is more about them and their relationship to me though but the house was a beauty.

One definition of retain is too keep in memory.

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Anitha Jayasankar February 2, 2021 at 2:14 AM Loved reading your vivid dream Sara. From your replies to the comments below, I understood how much that particular house meant for you... According to me, any home small or big, but if it has two souls that could love everyone who come there, that is the best home. Certain unerasable memories get stored in our brains, and often pop up as dreams. Hugs ~ Ani Sara Kendrick February 2, 2021 at 6:02 AM Anitha, Yes, it was the love of the people who lived there that made the home come alive. It was a calm happy place in my mind. My aunt and uncle were hard working people but they always had time for others. Thanks for your nice comment. Sara

Tom Cunningham January 29, 2021 at 8:27 AM A powerful dream you had Sara, I think you have buried memories in your subconscious mind that come to the surface when you are asleep Hope you're well and enjoy your weekend. Tom Sara Kendrick January 29, 2021 at 9:58 AM Tom, Yes, I have buried a lot in my subconscious mind that needs to come out but how to get it out is the question. LOL..Thanks for your helpful comments. Sara

Anne-Lise Andresen January 29, 2021 at 4:22 AM - Memories come alive in our dreams, Sara - A lovely poem :) - Have a lovely weekend :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :) Sara Kendrick January 29, 2021 at 5:01 AM Anne-Lise, Yes, in my dream it seems the scenes are more vivid each time I dream it. Sara

Harry Horsman January 28, 2021 at 9:44 PM Wow such a powerful dream Sara, and the poetry to match. So different, yet intriguing. Sara Kendrick January 29, 2021 at 4:18 AM Harry, I am glad you found it intriguing. Your visits always are uplifting. Sara

Kim Rodrigues January 28, 2021 at 4:20 PM When you can’t return to an event or home etc.. you do dream over and over. I had that happen. I dreamt about my family hometown for years (my parents had moved to Florida). At one point I was able to visit and see where I lived and a couple close family friends then the dreams stopped. Sara Kendrick January 29, 2021 at 4:12 AM Kim, Well, the house is gone and so are my kin so I really can't go back. The homeplace where they lived has changed so much also. It doesn't seem like the same place. I will see them again in heaven in that beautiful city where earthly things won't matter. Your presence at my page is always uplifting. Sara

Alexis Y. January 28, 2021 at 2:41 PM Hi Sara, I'm sorry your Aunt and Uncle’s house burned down in a fire. I think you keep having that dream about the house’s connection with your aunt and uncle, who you loved very much. I enjoyed your final stanza that expressed that you will meet your loved ones again in heaven.Well done. I enjoyed the read. Thanks for sharing such a write. Have a great day:-) Alexis Sara Kendrick January 28, 2021 at 2:43 PM Alexis, Yes, I think the dream is about my relationship with my aunt and uncle and not really about the house. I miss all those who have gone before everyday. Thank you for stopping by and taking time to read and comment on my work. Sara

Jack Horne January 28, 2021 at 12:42 PM love this tender write, my friend Sara Kendrick January 28, 2021 at 1:49 PM Jack, Your comments are always welcome. I did love that aunt and uncle. They were two special people. Sara

Andrea Dietrich January 28, 2021 at 10:28 AM this is a lovely recollection, Sara. So sorry it burned down. Sara Kendrick January 28, 2021 at 1:38 PM Andrea, It has been so many years ago now probably 30+ years. I have been by the place which now has a different house which replaced the house that burned nothing like the one that was there and the whole place(land, pasture, trees, etc.) declined or deteriorated. It doesn't look like the same place. Sara

Quoth Theraven January 28, 2021 at 6:49 AM Hello Sara, Can a home be more than four walls, a floor, and ceiling? In your poem 'Vivid Dreams' it seems so. Very nice memories. -Richard Sara Kendrick January 28, 2021 at 8:16 AM Richard, Yes, the home was a home and not a house. Its walls held in the love of two people who enjoyed giving to others. I am delighted that you dropped by. Sara

Victor Buhagiar January 27, 2021 at 11:31 PM One never forget old people who shared something dear. Great empathy. ~~ Sara Kendrick January 28, 2021 at 5:04 AM Victor, Yes, that is true except I did not see them as old. They never had a child so they enjoyed other people's child(nieces and nephews). Sara

Robert Pettit January 27, 2021 at 1:36 PM Nice write about the tragic loss of a house. My family lost a house as well, but it was not due to a fire. My late brother was a compulsive gambler, and he lost the house due to his gambling. Sara Kendrick January 27, 2021 at 3:23 PM Robert, Addiction to anything is a bad illness. I feel for your family having to deal with his illness. Whatever the addiction it takes over a person's life and usually sucks family members in as well. Thanks for the visit to my page and relating your situation. Sara

Vijay Pandit January 27, 2021 at 1:30 PM In your words I feel the affection you had for your uncle and aunt and also the house. You certainly had some pleasant memories about the house--though it is gone, your mind is not ready to let go. I like the voice of the form you used, Sara. Sara Kendrick January 27, 2021 at 3:18 PM Vijay, Your presence at my page is always uplifting. Your comments help me to see my deep affection for my kin. Maybe I am not ready to let all of them go that have gone on before even though it has been over 20 years. Sara

Beryl Edmonds January 27, 2021 at 11:30 AM So sad about your uncle and aunt’s house Sara, even though it had been sold it’s a tragic thing that happened. I’d guess you get the recurring dream because of the fondness you have for your relatives as well as the house... Belle Sara Kendrick January 27, 2021 at 3:11 PM Belle, Yes, I think I am missing my relatives more now since we are at home so much and don't have the company of others most of the time. Your presence at my page is encouraging. Sara

Judy Ball January 27, 2021 at 11:28 AM The house must have meant something to you for you to feel the loss. Great job here. God Bless, JB Sara Kendrick January 27, 2021 at 3:06 PM Judy, Yes, I really liked that house and the farm that was part of it. My aunt did a lot of work on that country home and turned it into a show piece. They were my favorite aunt and uncle. Thanks for dropping by. Sara