Brave

Flood waters have
subsided
irrelevant of the
time and space
left between
as differentially

notations are jotted
down in betwixt
margins
in my mind
filtered down
amongst
darkened hallways

secreted away in
shadows hiding you
from me erudite
of those times
when bewildered by
your bravery

I would glance
skyward and finding
you there was
filled with wonder
you extend your arms
to me laughing
exposing a
reality

your revelation
but my ephihany of
living fearless as
you enfold me
warmly melting
away all
sorrow

in invitation to
your treetop canopy
where the waters
have left you
I contemplate if

this is a dream…or
something
much more

I dreamt of my oldest daughter who has Lupus and is presently not doing very well, a surgery pending and perhaps another…we aren’t sure…and felt it had to be written down.