On a day dreaming a day upon my soul
My mind reflects quietly thoughts to console
Faint I heard a whisper murmuring to me
Tapping my mind’s window, wanting to be free
Opening shutters, there I see my child so wee!
Imelda smiling at Myself covered with curiosity
She skipped with imagination, jumped with fantasy
Reaches her hand for mine, I felt ecstasy!
We danced round castles crystal to sit upon
Vaulted visions behind beyond grew before our view
Dreamy delightfulness grew and grew and grew!
Fairies peeked in corners of walls round as rings
Butterflies rainbow colored cover us woven wings
My soul lifts high as my child goes on to soar
Breathless we sit before out-of-ordinary’s door
She snuggled into my bosom near my heart where life begins
And asked me not to lock her up with might-have-beens
So, when you need refreshing, or your seams are coming out
Go to windows of your mind and let your child out!
Poem by Imelda Dickinson
Published: Poetic Voices of America Fall 1991
Sparrowgrass Poetry Forum