WHO DARES TO DREAM

written on the birth of Annie my severly mentally and physcally handicapped granddaughter.

 

This space

cloud filled

cold shrilled

without substance

unformed

unborn,

where thoughts whilrl in a tangle of sound

and sound mingles with fear and uncried tears,

where days and nights have no margins

undivided

unguided,

and what of tomorrow

will suns rays bring comfort

and burn away unformed thoughts

will rebirth follow

creating needs

and flushing petal cheeks with hints of day

will reason have a chance to enter in this scene

                                              or is it unreasonable to dream?

life

◄ S'MOTHER LOVE

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Dorothy Webb

Thu 21st Feb 2019 07:48

Thank you Jason for your comment and Jon and John for your likes.

This poem was written when we learned just how damaged Annie was and that she would need 24hr. care for the rest of her life.

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Jason Bayliss

Wed 20th Feb 2019 10:16

Lovely poem Dorothy, and no, it is never unreasonable to enter the warm dark hazy world of dreams, unless you're needed in the light.☺

J.

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