Perhaps

I can't tell you how I feel Sometimes I wonder if I'm real Perhaps I'm a mournful memory A random soul in a book Ancient hands turning pages The little one upon her knee Perhaps I'm all things to be heard All things to be seen. I can't tell you if I'm real Sometimes wonder how I feel Perhaps I'm a frightened child's dream The part that made her sweat The part that made her scream Comforting words from a mother's tongue The sweet melody that she hums Perhaps I'm all thing to be known All things to be dreamed.                                      Kelly Louthan Copyright ©2001 Kelly Louthan