Brenda Bryant
LEFT BEHIND
I am not prone to nightmares but one lingers in my mind,
It involves being with people and being left behind.
As a child there were always railings that inhabited my dream;
I touched a railing, stuck to it and couldn't even scream.
And my mother and her friend just kept on walking on and on!
They didn't even look around to see where I had gone!
And the scream I made was in my head; I didn't make a sound,
And there was nothing I could do to make them look around.
I remember my mother chatting with her usual animation,
With absolutely no concern for my dreadful situation.
I can't remember how it ended; I suppose I just awoke
And, in the morning sunlight the whole thing seemed a joke.
This photograph has captured the nightmare I recall.
That sense of being Left Behind that can assail us all.
*
A better sort of dreaming here:
http://rinklyrimes.blogspot.com/2009/03/daydreaming.html
I am not prone to nightmares but one lingers in my mind,
It involves being with people and being left behind.
As a child there were always railings that inhabited my dream;
I touched a railing, stuck to it and couldn't even scream.
And my mother and her friend just kept on walking on and on!
They didn't even look around to see where I had gone!
And the scream I made was in my head; I didn't make a sound,
And there was nothing I could do to make them look around.
I remember my mother chatting with her usual animation,
With absolutely no concern for my dreadful situation.
I can't remember how it ended; I suppose I just awoke
And, in the morning sunlight the whole thing seemed a joke.
This photograph has captured the nightmare I recall.
That sense of being Left Behind that can assail us all.
*
A better sort of dreaming here:
http://rinklyrimes.blogspot.com/2009/03/daydreaming.html
