It took me some time,

A little too much really,

To recognize that my dream

Was horribly broken

Of course the faces weren’t quite right

But that’s to be expected

This time though

Some of the faces

Were dead ones

An old friend’s father,

I saw him interred,

just after saying his marriage vows

ready to dance with his widowed grandma

Who can’t really be alive

Somehow I knew

That if I’d dreamed a little longer

My favorite dead friend,

Smufus, would have interrupted,

Doing his chants

Or a crazy little dance

Very inappropriate

For the wedding

Of a friend’s dead father

 

 

© Gayle Force Press 2004

• Poetry