She dreamed a dream like any child,
Begging for a magical wand as she smiled.
She dreamed a dream of her favourite toy,
The one that the war did destroy.
She dreamed a dream that starry night
While her brother kept watch, ready to fight.
She dreamed a dream unheard of,
A dream that made her family scoff.
She dreamed a dream unconstrained,
Her pleas were met with much disdain.
She dreamed a dream unlike any other,
She enrolled herself, much like her brother.
She dreamed a dream where they'd understand
As she chopped her hair, strand by strand.
She dreamed a dream she had long wished for,
Years roared by in the cursed war.
She dreamed a dream she had secretly tended,
She married her love once the war ended.
She dreamed a dream that scared her most,
They were still haunted by the Ghost.
She dreamed a dream she always did,
She watched the road, her eyes timid.
She dreamed a dream like every other wife
That her lost man returns to her life.
She dreamed a dream, she always cried,
For the memories that were denied.
She dreamed a dream like the aged do,
She looked away, her attendant withdrew.
She dreamed a dream of her childhood,
She dreamed a dream of all she withstood.
She dreamed a dream of her sons
Was their future too riddled with guns?
She dreamt her last, in that bed of oak,
Her everything lost in the ghastly smoke.
About the post: I had come across a theme-Stories of the Lost. This is an attempt on the same. Hope you found it interesting.
