Dream….
Last night I dreamed of my sister,
As if I was combing her hair
Long, beautiful, chestnut hair
And tried to find a ribbon to tie her hair
She was wearing a white muslin dress
As soft as a cloud
She was preparing to meet her lover…
And a prang of jealousy hit my heart
I knew I was losing her…
But then,
She was happy
Ready to meet her love
“I’m O.K. with it”, I thought
She waited so long…
I woke up and remembered
That the last time
I combed my sister hair
It was a wig…
Rea-Silvia Costin.2019
I'm surprised no one has commented. So poignant, especially at the end. I had a dream this morning that I'm itching to write into a story. Your dream has a rather sad connotation to it. I'd guess but I'd be wrong.
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