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...

[Tate Morgan]

Your narative was suppurb and as always these narrative poems are my favorite and they have ecliopsed as you say the others from years gone by.However I still love a few of those like" Wales"Congrats on number 101 for the year.!

[Marie]

I had to read this twice befoe I understood how sad it really was...

[MOON]

Poignant write deep and love goes on ...

[Emerald Seas]

So sad, and deeply moving.

[David Scott]

Touching my friend. I have always loved the elderly. From my childhood it was the elderly who fostered my growth as a man, while I worked in their yards. Those dear elegant ladies and men who were past their ego and ready to give of their vast experience. They faded quickly as time took their final strength. I have watched them disapear from my life like ships, that once bearing their treasure to shore, sail off into the distance. Thankful for their contribution to the quality of my existence. You moved my heart with this. Thank you.

[Lena M. P.]

How very sad. To have loved so strongly that one imagines they are still around because our mind cannot wrap around that they are gone. We turn to speak to them or ask their opinion but no one is there to answer. To hear their voice but then to realize that it had to have been our imagination. If we are young, others tend to think we will get passed it. If was are old we are senile and have gone around the bend. Very well depicted David.

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,

this part is my favorite ... this is going to make me kiss and hug my wife more when she
returns home from work today .

Thank you.