My mother said we had
cousins in Ireland,
(they were on her mother’s side)
but I’d never met them.
I remember dreaming
I’d take a boat from the marina
and make my own way
over to see them.
I’d scratch shamrocks;
dance past nightfall,
sit on the edge of rainbows
and collect buckets of gold.
Then I’d beg them
to hide me from my mother
when she called me in for dinner.
I knew she’d never find me amongst
our luck and childish games.
But, I never did meet them;
I didn’t even know my way
to the marina.
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Comments
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I love the playfulness of this write. It shows how childhood dreams can be such fun! And we all dream of far away places where things are uniquely "not home" but amazing and wonderful!
Thank you so much for this entry, I grinned all the way through!
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Ah, a bed poem!
The kind that you can just plop onto bed with a grin, surrounded by imagined greens and little mischievous Leprechauns attempting to drag away a pot of gold from your grinning face.
The best part? Dreams always has a way of coming true.
P.s. Did you mean to have the line "sit on the edge rainbows" really mean "sit on the edge of the rainbows"?
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