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If We Don't Dream, There Is No Tomorrow
We sat in a room where our family always shared, Mother dressed in black mourning our beloved one, While a friend to my right speaks words of comfort, As I sat still, I felt a presence wanting to enter. Mother, I said softly, please do not fear, For what I'm about to say will surely be true. Someone is coming near so again do not fear, For he comes from beyond to just pay us a visit. With feelings of fright and yet full of suspense, The knob slowly turned and the door became ajar. How could have I possibly known he was on his way, Or is this a dream I wish not to be awakened today. Mother dear, do not shed those tears of sorrow, Father must be here to lend us his final farewell. See how happy he stands so closely beside you, So please let's be happy for his presence before us. Difficult was it for me to rise from my chair, And walking towards him seemed to be miles away. But his smile drew me slowly closer and closer, As I finally hugged him and told him I loved him. His frame was motionless and cold to the touch, And yet still I held on with all of my might His smile lit up the room as he turned and said, "If we don't dream, there is no tomorrow." To a bigger surprise, he asked of Nina's whereabouts, I pointed to down the stairs with wonder beyond fright, He had no more to say as he walked to the door, Slowly leaving the room as whence he came before. Please do not go, Father, I cried out so loud. My yearning to run was turned to a motionless walk, Finally reaching the stairs, I was then able to flee, Leading myself down to where my nephews awaited me. Do not fear for what I am about to ask you, I cried, For I am seeking your Grandfather, yes the one who died. The boys pointed to an empty area that lead from the stairs, Both speechless and yet their eyes gazing with stare. My fright now grew stronger as I stood still in wonder, And my vision of any mortal was no longer there, Only a white-lit cemented area was now in my sight, And fear of Father possibly drawn back to the light. Awakening to this, I now laid still. Realizing all was but a dream, I questioned the reason behind my endless dream. While tears still flowing from the land of beyond. Thoughts of the dream came to a realism, So I thanked Father for coming back to me, And allowing me to say I love you with a hug, Something I did not do when he left on his journey. My fright for my niece did not conclude with my awakening, Till I spoke to her mother and was told not to be troubled. All along I had prayed not to let any harm come to my niece, The emptiness I had felt for so long is now full and gone. Yana Petkov August 1991 Vote for this poem
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