Unexpected
Consequences
Judith
O. Anderson
Alas!
I remember sleep
As a far off island cloaked in cloud
Or a sybaritic dream
Of intense significance
Held, cherished, examined
In the half-life before consciousness
And lost forever
But as a dream of a dream;
Then his tiny fingers
Wrap around my thumb
And squeeze my heart
Until all that remains are dreams
For him.
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Judith
O. Anderson lives on 20 acres at the end of a dead end road
in St. Clair County. She recently obtained her first Confederate
Rose plant and points with pride when it blooms, but as much as
she loves flowers, she is more famous as a "seed undertaker"
than gardener. She is more successful as a grandmother and wife
and mother, and to fill out her life, she works with her husband
in a non-profit organization.
©
Judith O. Anderson