Halloween Dream
The truth of Halloween is
I want to live.
I don't want to remember you
I'd like you to remind me.
When you wake up cold and pale,
You tell me your dream
And that’s why I feel better.
If you're dreaming, you're still here.
Before, you were grumpy, you
Still had some kick.
Now you are cheerful but
So tired.
I wish you would snap at me and
Show some spark.
Our ancestors visit us, they say,
On All Hallow's Eve.
I'm glad to see them.
Then, they depart, back to the other side.
Stay here, on this side, with me,
Because I could not hold my heart together.
That fearsome future lives behind a blank place in my vision.
The children say it's the best day with
Bright Spider Man costumes and candy favors.
They do not know the truth of Halloween,
As they should not.
The truth of Halloween is
I want you to live.
Labels: Poems
5 Comments:
Bruce, this made me cry.
Surely the hopes of everyone who loves Darcy so much will keep her anchored here with us.
Bruce, it made me cry, too. So many people love Darcy and send her light and love. All we can do is hope and surround her with healing white light.
I know better, in my head. I know she's going to be OK. But Monday was a tough day, mostly cause of my own expectations. It's not so easy to just "go with the flow". I want it to go the way I want, you know?
Bruce, that's how I felt too! I had already settled it in my mind that Darcy was all done; she could just go back on the replacement thyroid treatment and never have to worry about cancer treatments again.
Monday must have been a black day. I'm sending strengthening thoughts in your direction...hope they help a little.
Oh this made me cry! I'd still be crying if I wasn't at work. I love you and I'm praying for health and strength constantly. And so are my friends.
Love,
Amanda
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