Just a Kid
A poem about a dream I had. My dad came to me in this dream.

You left me and never came home.
You said take this dollar bill and call me if you need me, but I never did.
I have always needed you and I will never again be whole.
Long years have come and gone.
You are always on my mind and in my soul.
My dreams of you seem to leave with the dawn.
These dreams spin my emotions out of control.
I've seen you in a dream, you were so bright,
You light up the air and it surrounds you.
You walked towards me and grabbed my hand that night,
You lead me away from all that would harm me and I followed you because I needed to.
I needed to know why you had come to me that night,
Even though it was in a dream it was real, but what did it mean?
Your presence held me and kept me safe, I knew in my soul everything would be alright.
To see you was so wonderful, you looked so serene.
You told me everything would be ok.
You said you were watching over me.
The look you had on your face, you were happy to see me, to know I was really ok.
Was that look you gave me really you? Or was it just something I thought you would do?
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