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Donall Dempsey
Poems
Sep 2019
SCATTERED DREAMS
SCATTERED DREAMS
Whenever I fell
asleep
my father came
cupped me in his hands
carried me to bed
as if I were as precious
as water
in a hot dry land
or draped like discarded clothing
on a couch...in a garden on a bench or a beach
I would be
gathered up
& awake to find myself
back in the safety of my own bed.
And I would have thought
I had flown
or being magically
transported by a spell
but it was only
the ordinary
magic of my father
cradling me
in his arms
gathering up the littlest
of my scattered dreams
stroking my hair
& tip-toeing backwards
out of the room
his voice
full of tenderness
casting a spell
βGood night son...goodnight...goodnight.β
Written by
Donall Dempsey
Guildford
(Guildford)
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