PEEK A BOO DREAMS
It is a recurring dream. He is two or three. He is playing, like always. He runs and hides, but never far, just behind the door, or table. Laughing and smiling, sparkling eyes.
Peekaboo.
Here I am.
There you are.
Sometimes I feel scared – I don’t see him. Where is he? my heart begins to race, I start running, as mothers do, frantic and crazy. This only serves to set me farther away from him. He was right there, right where I was before I started running.
He is right here! He is always right here.
Peekaboo.
Peekaboo - here I am, there you are. Stay still and you will see, he reveals to me, laughing and smiling and I am smiling back at him.
In my dream.
He speaks to me now in playful twinkles, clouds, dimes and heart shaped rocks that I find on the path leading to his table. I see you - Peekaboo.
Come land in my hug… you are here and I am here and together we are laughing, smiling, The wind speaks directly to my heart, “this can always be.”
I wake from my dream, the game is over.
But I am still smiling - There you are. Here I am. Peekaboo. I miss you
The day begins.
Each day like this, I run and hide
Peekaboo - Here is my smile.
Behind it, my hiding place, my door, my table, my broken, shattered heart
Peekaboo
Here I am, underwater now, bubbles surface and voices scream from the beach
flinging life rafts that land with a hard smack. I grab one and make it to shore.
For today.
It is a recurring dream.
He is two or three.
He is playing right next to me.
Peekaboo.
- Trevor’s Mom, forever 24
Peekaboo.
Here I am.
There you are.
Sometimes I feel scared – I don’t see him. Where is he? my heart begins to race, I start running, as mothers do, frantic and crazy. This only serves to set me farther away from him. He was right there, right where I was before I started running.
He is right here! He is always right here.
Peekaboo.
Peekaboo - here I am, there you are. Stay still and you will see, he reveals to me, laughing and smiling and I am smiling back at him.
In my dream.
He speaks to me now in playful twinkles, clouds, dimes and heart shaped rocks that I find on the path leading to his table. I see you - Peekaboo.
Come land in my hug… you are here and I am here and together we are laughing, smiling, The wind speaks directly to my heart, “this can always be.”
I wake from my dream, the game is over.
But I am still smiling - There you are. Here I am. Peekaboo. I miss you
The day begins.
Each day like this, I run and hide
Peekaboo - Here is my smile.
Behind it, my hiding place, my door, my table, my broken, shattered heart
Peekaboo
Here I am, underwater now, bubbles surface and voices scream from the beach
flinging life rafts that land with a hard smack. I grab one and make it to shore.
For today.
It is a recurring dream.
He is two or three.
He is playing right next to me.
Peekaboo.
- Trevor’s Mom, forever 24
