What dreams trouble your rest, dear heart?
Are you dreaming of the spinal tap, so long ago? The endless needle sticks for labs and iv’s? Of the Lifeflights, the ambulance rides? Are you dreaming of the surgeries and the long recoveries? The gasping for breath, reaching out your hands for air you could no longer pull into your lungs alone?
Wait. You sighed.
Maybe you are at Disney World, still able to walk. Or are you in your go-kart? (The one your brother always stole) Are you feeling Albert and Annie snuggled near you in your beds? Three darling, little ones tucked into a corner bedroom. Or maybe you are sleeping on Melissa’s shoulder on a long car trip, or being pushed on the swings by Megan? You could be sitting on your Dad’s shoulders as the fireworks in Estes Park cascade over the mountains. Or maybe you are gaming with Kevin or you know he is guarding over you in your room at the hospital?
What dreams weave through your slumber?
I lay awake and wonder, awash in memories, keeping watch.