THERE'S A DREAM THAT COMES TO ME

By Kathryn J. Foster

There's a dream that comes to me,
Surprising and unbidden,
Whispering from out the past,
Old feelings deeply hidden.

Being center of one's world,
Snug within a safety zone,
Gently wrapped around by love,
Blocking fears the chill the bone.

Every bright ambitious goal,
Looms possible undoubted,
Carefree times that fade away,
When life's fast pace has sprouted.

Leaping vim and boundless pep,
On feet all geared for skipping.
Untouched yet by dragging steps,
That comes when strength is slipping.

Oh to be a child again,
To stay a child forever,
Knowing life is all ahead,
Its ending thought of, never.

(written as a song)Published in 1995 in "Reflections by Moonlight" By The Poetry Institute Of Canada (Award of Excellence.) Also appeared with the title… "Senior's Song" in The Woodstock Bugle.