I DREAMT YOU WERE LITTLE AGAIN
I dreamt you were little again;
We were walking through Filey in rain;
You looked so cute in
Your first romper suit;
I dreamt you were little again.
Your mittens were tied through your sleeves;
Your red wellies kicked through the leaves;
Your new woolly bonnet
Had fake fur upon it;
Your mittens were tied through your sleeves.
Were you happier then than you’re now?
I’m sure there’s more lines on my brow;
Not a care in the world -
Just a dad and his girl;
Were you happier then than you’re now?
I dreamt you were little again
Before you encountered your pain;
When I opened my eyes
I started to cry;
I dreamt you were little again.
Cynthia Buell Thomas
Wed 13th Jan 2016 18:08
Heartfelt and greatly touching in universality. Well crafted too in great old-fashioned metre and rhyme.
IMO, the third verse could easily be omitted, giving the last stanza an eye-watering punch, leaving the 'now' aspect entirely open to reader interpretation. Just a thought. Great poem to cast off 2015.