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Jasmine in Bloom
Jasmine in Bloom
Last night I dreamt of a lush green land,
The natives were friendly, with easy, welcoming smiles.
The scorching sun yields to the fresh sea breeze
That rustled like a whisper through the green cornfield
Cooling and caressing as it blew through me.
Home; I smiled as my heart grew lighter,
Home to me meant joy and much laughter.
I reached for the handle of the old iron gate
Thinking to myself, I mustn't be late.
I entered the garden approaching the stairs,
My senses assaulted by a sweet, heady smell.
The butterfly jasmine profusely in bloom,
Emitting the sweetest fragrant perfume.
It's good to be home once more my heart sang.
The old Samsonite case I left unattended
At the bottom of the garden as I ascended.
I ran towards the house, running with purpose,
Attacking the concrete stairs two at a time.
Faster and faster, but time seemed so slow,
As hard as I tried, just can't find the door.
Chasing the stairs, my face awash with tears
I knew she'd be there like so many times before,
I knew she'd be there a vision in red;
She'll welcome me home at the top of the stairs,
Her voice ringing out like a million silver bells.
My children, my children, I heard her say
As she held out her arms to welcome me home.
I woke in my bed; I knew she was dead;
My face soaking wet with frustrated tears,
And I'm so far away here in Bedford Beds.
The dawn light broke, and birds began to sing,
I felt the rush of the cool sea breeze, it
Caressed my body, as I closed my eyes,
And the familiar scent of Jasmine rise.
Goodbye Mum, One in a million
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copyright. J A Hagues 16 October 2011