I met my new next cat in a dream.
She introduced herself as "Daisie."
I asked what could all of this mean?
To find a white kitten at the end of a winding
ivory staircase in the dark?
She said, "People are always asking about
their dreams, and mine was a predictable remark."
"A dream is but a journey."
"This answer, you do not even have to try to guess..."
"And at the end of it, you found your happiness."
"And that is, my dear, what all Daisies mean."
"She loves you."
Copyright Sept 19, 2012 All Rights Reserved By this Author
In the dream she spelled her name out loud, hence the spelling "Daisie"
Melissa A Howells Meloo from her Tilt-a-World
This poem got me to wondering on how sometimes something is not quite what it seems.
My Mother always loved flowers, daisies especially. My Mother wore crisp white
Ship n Shore blouses a lot. She had yellow-green eyes. I seemed to be forever rescuing
her from the dark. I had been thinking about her a lot, wishing she would "visit" me.
Perhaps she has. Wow I think there is a whole new poem in this addendum.