Guardian Of Dreams

In a pool beneath the crooked apple tree
we swam like two lively tadpoles with glee.
We splashed under the watchful eye
of a woman who tatted a cross on which to die.

Freckle-face Jonny cloyed for Mom's attention.
You could see she viewed us with some apprehension,
but would always give her boys a knowing look,
just to be fair, so we'd play nice, or get the hook.

Her meals were special,
until we fought who'd get the 'special' fork.
Take turns, as she measured evenly
the milkman's delivery
that frequented our front porch.

Twilight came to soothe summer burnt skin
with the cool, homemade blanket's caress,
tucked and folded in to drive away sin,
and help me think of things that were not.

But the night did not end until she read
upon the hardwood floor beside my bed.

Straining, peering over her hunched shoulder;
listening, aiming my ear to hear
gentle pages ruffle, and the whimsical voice
clamoring, an actor singing words,
supplant images from my head.

Dreams fueled sleep, softly in my bed.
Yet somehow, I knew the story's end
with eyes wide open, bending, protracting
the life I would live instead.

Shuffled feet faintly roused the dead, faded away,
walking the halls of night, so I could greet another day.

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