I wrote this poem the morning after dreaming of my Mum, it felt real, normal almost. Meeting in dreams eleven years after her passing is bitter sweet.

Author: EilidhGClark

Hi, I'm Eilidh and I live in the wee village of Killin in the Scottish Highlands. I'm 48 years old and live with my wife-to-be and our two dogs.

7 thoughts on “Dream”

  1. gorgeous and poignant… I had dreams of my Dad, but they were mostly awkward and/or disturbing to me. haven’t had one in a while, now that I think about it…



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