My Dreams

My Dreams

My dreams can be ideas of things undone,
A quest to put some hope to days en-route.
My dreams can energize the glad pursuit
Of future dawns with schemes not yet begun.

My dreams can be of memories so fair.
There are so many loves my life has lost.
Years and decades spent will not exhaust
The scent and softness of my Mamma’s hair.

My dreams are prayers my spirit can endure
The ravages of illness on the life
Of the gentle man who honors me as wife,
My love, whose pain constricts with ropes secure.