White Picket Fences and other myths

By Sally Meyer

There are days
when I feel alone
when life is so different
than I imagined.
Of course I wanted the
white picket fence,
the two kids,
and the dog.
Who doesnt?
But dreams are like that,
they disapear
in the morning of life,
and we wake
to reality.
with a thump
as we fall out of our
bed of roses.
Is it silly to still dream?
is it naive
to ponder?
I sit sometimes on my porch
when the house is
still, reflecting on these
last few years,
when that little boy
wandered into our lives.
Oh how he wanders!
like a pixie, an elf,
a wonderful little creature
who fascinates and
terrifies us all.
Who can know him?
does he know
himself?
Who is he, and where is the key
to unlock,
to discover, to hold, and to find?
Oh yes, I wanted it all
back then,
before he came,
didn't realize that his coming
would change me so,
that a small boy
could work his way into my heart,
twisting it somewhat
tearing it sometimes,
but finding his place, nonetheless.
And I still can dream,
despite the sadness,
in spite of the pain,
I dream in color now,
back then
it was all black
and white
picket fences.

sally

copyright. 1999. Sally Meyer