Dreamscape

You woke me, crying out in your sleep

That a part of you had died,

I could hear the birds by the window seat

As they woke and chattered outside,

So I turned and shook you gently

Thinking to ease your troubled mind,

‘I dreamt I’d been to my wake,’ you said,

‘And the folk were so unkind!’

 

‘It was only a dream,’ I thought to say

But my tongue was swiftly curbed,

You’d slipped so quietly out of the room

And the bed was undisturbed,

I followed, down to the kitchen but

You must have gone outside,

Out by the dear old mulberry bush

I could hear you, as you cried.

 

Your sister came and she made the tea

You were talking on the phone,

I could hear you in the solarium

So I took my tea alone,

Then I wandered down to the port, to watch

Them load the ships with grain,

And looked for you on the jetty there

But all I could feel was pain.

 

We’ve been together for forty years

But something’s rearranged,

I think you must be avoiding me

But I love you just the same,

You wave to me from the flower beds

As I sit in the old deckchair,

And read my book in a cosy nook

Then I look, and you’re just not there.

 

You talk to me in my dreams at night

And you say that you love me too,

And we wander hand in hand again

As we always used to do,

But I think that your mind is fading fast

You forget so much today,

But we’ll stick together through thick and thin

I’m there for you, come what may.

 

Your sister summoned the doctor, I

Was out by the kitchen door,

‘I think he’s looking for you, my dear,

But we’ll fool them, like before.’

She said, ‘He doesn’t accept the fact

That my sister fell asleep,

He’ll have to be put in a Nursing Home!’

I sit on the step, and weep!

 

David Lewis Paget

Reviews

[Damien Davison]

That is so sad. I'm actually worried about that kind of thing in the end... I plan to be with my baby's mother until death do us part, but what of when our minds start to slip due to age, I hope she doesn't forget me or us or the past. Heh I get lost focusing on the future as much as the past... Very good write, I felt the pain...

[Tomi]

This has a bitter-sweet feeling to it. Took me to many places while reading it. Brilliant as Usual! Great Write sir!

[MrOldFashioned]

a story or a dream, one loses themself either way.

[Phillitup]

So sweet!

[Patrick]

'but something's rearranged'

That line was such a powerful statement..made stop and reflect. It's not hard to enjoy writing like this; the story line flows as it should and the rhyming scheme aids the journey.

[Kate W]

Truly beautiful x

[Patricia B. Hepler]

Eloquent. Excellent. Exquisite.
~pat

[Mark]

Dementia is so cruel. Great work David.

[Valentine]

David, if that is what I am facing..I pray he does not lose all memories of me for a long..long time..This one was so sad for me to read..love and G0d bless

[emmy bon]

nice one sir... love it

[Mic]

Such a sad tale that rings true for so many.

Excellent write.