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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