The Dream

The Dream

© 1994 by Bud Lemire

I had a dream about you, late last year

You were in the hospital, I was feeling fear

The fear was of the waiting, and the anxiety of all this

A warm feeling touched me, like a pleasant touching kiss

You carried a blanket, telling me to look inside

Pulling back the covers, your smile had grown wide

Telling me to look, at the baby and our child

Had this woman gone crazy, my mind was racing wild

For deep inside this bundle, was a little baby kitten

From the look on your face, I knew that you'd been smitten

You looked at me, for words that should be said

Thinking of an answer, I must have gone brain dead

Then all at once, the answer came to me

"the baby must have come, from your side of the tree"

You frowned at this, then smiled once again

And I was feeling happy, to have such a special friend

Well, actually in my mind, she slapped me after I said

"the baby must have come, from your side of the tree.”

But maybe I was wrong.