Dreams

BY Sally Migliaccio

Is it possible, tell me, to hold onto dreams
When they've crumbled to ashes, and nothing it seems..
Remains but the memories of happier days
When tomorrow held promise in infinite ways.

Can you hold onto hope after losing a child?
When nothing makes sense, and nothing's worthwhile?
When the days and the nights all roll into one,
and though moving's an effort, it's easy to run...
But no matter how fast there appears no escape
From the pain and heartache that follow and shape
the efforts we make to hold onto our dreams..
That have crumbled to ashes, that are haunted, it seems
By our constant companions of guilt and despair;
horror and grief tag along everywhere.

Where are our answers, where does pain end?
I search and I suffer - I ask you again..
Can you hold onto hope after losing a child?
When nothing makes
sense,
and
nothing's
worthwhile?

@copyright 1996 by Sally Migliaccio In Memory of Beloved Daughter, Trace

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