Written by Mary Anne Abdo
Misunderstood dreams.
I am walking down a pitted dirt road.
Golden fields have awakened my attention.
My children are waving from afar.
Trapped in the hazy sea of wheat.
So distant– we are now.
And yet I bore my beauties.
Crying through those marvelous tears.
Holding the two of them in my arms.
So fiercely loving.
Recollections of a lifetime ago.
Divorce.
Is far from pretty.
Even after all of these years.
Children suffer no matter what the age.
My lost children don’t exist.
They go back into that greener garden.
To find respite away from their pain.
We will be reunited in that secret garden.
And it will be a reunion of total bliss.
For now I dream the dream of reunion.
Waiting by the pitted dirt road.
Text © Mary Anne Abdo
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