Can't help but wonder, why?
I dreamt last night that my
daughters were helping me
clean my travel trailer with
a fine tooth comb!
I had lent it to Martin for one
of his dino footprint excursions
and alas, he had returned it in
quite a state.
At some point, he dropped in
to see how we were progressing
and we chatted as we worked.
Then, my parents and my guy
and his son, came by with treats
and good wishes, but not to help.
They didn't stay long.
Thought to myself that we only
needed my bro to come by and
I'd see the entire fam in one fell
swoop!
Answer me this . . . why, oh why
am I regularly seeing my own
dead in dreams? Just missing
them? Soon to join them? Rather
makes me nervous if I'm to be
honest!
And, oh daughters mine, come
by any time for a chat and a clean.
I've never seen anything like the
way you took after that job!
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