dear life

dear life,

i had such plans
dreamed up
in sunlit moments
wandering
in childhood's
hopeful fields.

i had such dreams
aspirations
plans for cosy
mornings
with little feet
warmed by mine.

i had such hopes
for baking cookies
for grubby fingers
and grown-up
lover-friend as
he went to work.

i had such ideas
of what colour
to paint the living
room and collected
books to go on shelves
that i may never have.

and dust
it collects on those
plans
dreams
hopes
ideas
until they are stale
and faded
with time
and stained
by tears.

oh dear life,

i have had to find
other plans and dreams
and hopes and ideas
to fill the empty rooms
of my dream house.

those plans though
are fully-fleshed
and dear to me
and fill my couches
with fluffy-cushioned
sense of home.

i fear though,
i fear
that one day when
old dreams
become reality
that they might be
hard to fit,
uncomfortable
to the touch,
and hard to bear.

© Copyright Eleanor Clark
3 April, 2013