Tuesday, June 15, 2010
I Dream a Little Dream of You
I dreamt of you this morning. It wasn't the sort of dream you'd like, with pirates and dinosaurs and your favorite bear. It's not exactly the sort of dream I like, either.
But, at least, this way I can see you and touch you again.
And talk to you.
And hear your voice.
Since you've been gone all of my "Evan Dreams" have had you sick in the hospital or recovering. It doesn't seem fair that even in my dreams you can't be untouched by illness. I dream of you so seldom now, though, that even these painful dreams are welcome.
In this dream you called me "Mommy."
I awoke, knowing the truth, but feeling as though you were so close.
Just a breath away.