Night Dream Meadow

Often when I sleep I dream
I go to a place I call Night Dream Meadow
Where the moon is bright
And my heart is light
And I listen to the voices of the night

I walk through the meadow
Following the path
Leading me to the Rainbow Bridge
Where I’m greeted by the dogs I’ve loved

Rusty, General, Duke and Belle
Dakota, Willow and Rose
The air is filled with sounds of love
A favorite dream from Heaven above

I stay for awhile then move along
Mom and Dad are waiting to see their son
Many hugs, much laughing
A few tears of joy
Hugs from grandparents, uncles and aunts

And then I see her smiling at me
She was again 17, her age when we met
It was then in my dream
I became young too

We walked through the meadow
Holding hands like old times
The love that we felt
Will always be with us

But then the sun started to rise
The meadow faded into the mist
My dream was over
But the memories remain

©Walt Page 2018

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      1. I’m so sorry to hear that, Walt. I did wonder if you had lost her, but I was hoping the answer was no. I was also wondering if you’re referring to heaven in your poem. Based on what you’ve said, I’m guessing you are. That makes the poem even more touching.

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    1. Thank you for your kindness 💛 I have been blessed with two wonderful women. My first wife was only 17 when I met her in a blind date. We were married almost 35 years when she passed from idiopathic pulmonary fibrosis at age 55. God knew I wouldn’t make it alone and blessed me with my second wife 💛

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    1. Too bad they don’t let us correct our comments. It’s not just the dogs…I was too quick on the keyboard. I wrote a short story similar to this. Dedicated to my dad, it was called Home on the Farm. He greets those he loves in almost the same way.

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