Dreams


She was five when we got her,
We adopted her that day.
And she brought her little suitcase,
To our home, she’s going to stay.

In my heart, I was so happy,
And nothing was amiss,
I loved her on my first sight
I had another little sis.

I was sleeping very soundly,
In some hour of the night,
When I came awake knowing
Not every thing is right.

Cindi was just standing
There beside my bed,
Her teddy bear was snuggled
On her shoulder by her head.

I saw the tears on her little cheek
In the lunar beam,
She said, “I’ve gotten scared,
And I had the worstest dream.”

I threw back my covers,
And she crawled into my bed,
I lay my arm across the pillow,
For her to lay her head.

She cuddled in beside me
And soon my sis did sleep.
And all was right with worlds,
And her slumber, it was deep.

Many times that happened
As we grew to take our place
In the world that was coming
And we would have to face.

I’d wake around the midnight
To see sis standing there
And she always had the same
Little teddy bear.

She’d always say the same thing,
It was part of the scheme.
She say, “I’ve gotten scared,
And I had the worstest dream.”

The night before my wedding,
I was at the old homestead,
I was tired, and was sleeping
In that familiar bed

At midnight, I should have known it,
We had not changed our theme,
She was standing next to me,
And said, “I had the worstest dream”

I threw back my covers,
And she crawled into my bed,
I lay my arm across the pillow,
For her to lay her head.

And she snuggled in so closely
And soon again did sleep.
She knew that she was safe,
And her slumber was so deep.

She went on to go to college,
And a big degree to get,
She graduated and with honors,
And she became a vet.

One day my phone was ringing,
‘Twas my little sis, she said,
“I’ve found another arm
On which to rest my head.

He owns a farm, he’s gentle,
With him, I’ll spend my days,
We’ll wed next month, you’ll be there,
In the holiest of ways.

They had two little children,
And her craft, the people tell
When animals came to her
They usually left her well.

Over twenty years ago,
She was passing time away
In her front yard, with some puppies,
On a sunny August day.

The drunk was doing ninety,
As he roared down her street,
He crossed her lawn at sixty
She was rooted to her feet.

God, in His great wisdom
Spoke from his throne that day,
He spoke the name of “Cindi,”
And he called my sis away.

Last night in my motel room.
I woke to my own scream.
Cindi, I still love you,
But I had the worstest dream.

Beautiful, Terry. sniff You always write such touching poems....reducing me to mush...

desire

Very heartfelt, that was great. I'm afraid that if I read it again I might cry, too...

Fantastic sentiment Terry. Good job from top to bottom.

Les

oh my gosh! sorry Keeper, this is now my newest favorite!

Terry this is beautiful and endearing, its a work of art...Thank you for writing and sharing it with us!

It is the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it. (Aristotle)

Terry, great work as usual. I love this piece, it's so sweet and darling. Is this out of reality or from you own geniousnes?

"...Too many times that I've held on/When I needed to push away/Afraid to say what was on my mind/Afraid to say what I need to say..." ~LP- Hit the Floor

Terry, Terry, Terry...........this just gets me right in the heart! I loved this. kam

Thank you all. I wish this was a fiction. But is autobiographical.
She was killed 12 Aug 1977 by a drunk driver as described.

Terry-I remember your mentioning this tragic end to your sister's life. The words that you have written are a beautiful remembrance---I feel the love and the pain and the memory----so I would say you brought it home!!! Ell

Terry,

The poem clearly demonstrates the loving bond between you and your sister. Well done, Terry.

jhs

I had a worsted SUIT once. It was divorce suit I ever had.

What a tragedy, what a waste of life.
I hate drunks.
You put a lot into this one, it turned out well.
JP

No need to appologize to me Gwydion!

Terry, I even cried when I got to the end. I think that I would have fallen apart if something like that happened to my brother. You are a wonderful person. I hope that your dreams are better now. This is my favorite poem! Love you!

"Loving people is like farting in the wind; You don't actually accomplish anything, but you feel better."

~The Great and Powerful Angelia~

Terry,

Beautifull, heartbreaking poem. A wonderful rememberance.

Anthony

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Terry

I remember this Terry, and still think it is phenomenal writing. Your piece is of course, much better than my one-stanza/verse pieces...there is no comparison.

Yours is a different dream all together, a sad and poignant dream.

It is the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it. (Aristotle)

Ah, Terry. What a tragedy. You brought home the love for your sister and the grief.

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Bringing light into the darkness is never a selfish act.


Les

I was in a hurry and had to make a copy later,,, ergo I bumped to make it easy to find. My brother had never seen it.
Thanks guys.

Terry

Mini Mercinary? Ah, but who do you serve?

I read it again, and I cried again. You have a good way of doing that to me for some reason. (Lowers voice) Can you read my mind?

~Long is the way, and hard, that out of hell leads up to the light.~

"Show me a hero and I shall write you a tragedy."

I LOVE YOU! (God does too.)

the passage of souls,
away from our arms,
our minds,
but never our hearts.

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The Soul is Man's only feature,
that prevents him being a preacher,
of fruit know long forbidden.
Taken away man will surely die,
alone and cursed in a place that shall
remaine forever high.
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if drink shall bury anything,
it is only the babe of our light.
the future we seek to love and cherish
and banish to a percentage.

Mini merc Shadow? I serve the highest bidder, with whom I agree morally.

Terry

WOW, Terry that is amazing, i'm truely sorry that it comes from reality not fiction though. I experiences a full wave of emotions through that single poem. Thank-you.
fee

Hi Terry,

I don't know if you remember me, I'm from the days of Brucefur and Sargirl, come back to haunt you. Boooo. But on a different note, i just had to say that this poem really touched me. It is an amazing work.

~Lizzy

Lizzy,
I do remember you. And speaking of the Canuk Bruce, has anyone heard from him?

Terry

He's at his new sight... intermittently.

Lizzy

Terry,

Heartfelt indeed. My sister Kathy, who died, was eleven years old when I was born. I come from a family of seven, and I think my parents were tired of parenting after the fifth child. I was the sixth.

Many a night, throughout my childhood, I climbed into bed with her when I was scared. It was the safest place on earth. She was at the perfect age for me to be her real live "doll", and I'm told I often called her "Mom" (though I don't recall it).

I had a nervous breakdown after my first child was born, about 3 years after her death. They said it was a result of unresolved grief. I guess I've had troubles with "feeling scared" and "grief" ever since.

Thanks so much for directing me to this piece. One of those coincidences that helps me know that God is always there.

Love,
Marty

From begining to end I felt word from word. Like everybody has already eluded to this is one read that you can not help but feel. Not many like that..


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Got to bump this one myownself one more time.
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One of your best efforts Terry.

Les