In her dreams
she sorts
laundry into piles
she pays her
bills, and she files
she cooks dinner
every night
she turns off
the bedroom light
In her dreams
she tops her
glass with iced tea
she swallows
effortlessly
she speaks words
without delay
she finds joy in
every day
In her dreams
she hikes along
the fence line
she scrambles
down the incline
she gathers
rocks and fossils
she walks among
daffodils
In her dreams
she beats her
disease’s stealth
she holds on to youthful
health
she falls in
love at first sight
she dances in
the moonlight
In her dreams
she wins against
crippling strife
she regains
pleasure in life
she conquers her
past’s mishaps
she destroys the
steel-toothed trap
In her dreams . . .
Copyright 2012 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman
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