Reality  


Mother Love ©Stephanie Camel
reality

I dreamed last night
of airplanes
and islands
of scorching sun
and women
laughing in the surf
of freedom
and long nights
of holidays
and warm houses
of Merlot
and barking dogs
of sweet secrets
and Florida winters
of urgency
and quieting
of choices
and safety.

 

 

I woke
to sloppy kisses
delivered
by a toddler
with bedhead
and morning breath
and to whispers
from little girls
in the bedroom
down the hall
to pancakes
and mayhem
and toothbrushes
to sticky fingers
and spilled milk
to games
and giggles
and dresses
and Barney.

I woke
to a reality
sweeter
than any dream
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©Jen C.