The Rest of My Life

 

To preserve my R.E.M. world; with imagery rife
I’d have eagerly slept onward; the rest of my life

The dream I awoke from; so stunningly real
Surroundings familiar; I could see, hear, smell, feel

My years younger self leaning; upon my window sill
Upward gaze at the full moon; light tranquil, so still

One early bird’s chirping; awakens another; another
As well as my sister; my father; my mother

Our four legged friend; of shepherd / lab stock
Is also attuned; to our circadian clock

He arises from floor at the foot of my bed
Nudges my elbow; on knees rests his head

The kitchen clatter, commotion provides the next clue
As does heaven sent scent; of the coffee pot’s brew

Then just as mom shouts out; “Our pancakes are ready!”
Reality returns; so unsure, unsteady

All who remain of our family: just sister and brother
Shuffled off mortal coil; went our pet, father, mother

Real world woes; with a vengeance, commence to flood back
Right where they had left off; resume their attack

To preserve my R.E.M. world; with imagery rife
I’d have eagerly slept onward; the rest of my life