Dawn Dreams

Twice recently I woke amidst a dream
in which I had a worry or concern
about my little girl or boy. The scene
was not a nightmare, but it took a turn
of search or plan required, and between
the instant fade and blink, I’d time to learn
my circumstance was dream. Then real was known –
my kids are well away and fully grown.

(Ottava Rima)

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