A Dream

by Roberta Straus
(Canton, MA, US)

Then in they walk.

Of course, they do

as if expected.

The warmth, their hugs

"Can you walk a bit more now Grammy?"

It smells so good in here."

The dream unfolds to our delight.

We squeeze together making room

at our table.

Our hearts are full to bursting.

"Please tell me a story Papa.

I can smell the pie and the pudding too.

I've dreamed of this day every night in my bed.

Have you dreamed of it too Grammy?"

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