You Tell Me Your Dreams

You tell me your dreams

I am better behaved

In them

magical, nuanced, prettier

Young as tips of grasses

The dreams you tell me of

have trains, swimming,

girls

and flying -

I am long haired and leggy

taller than my

five foot six inches

I touch your cheek in your dreams

Make a kiss sound. Kiss!

Forgotten are dark boys

who take up my memory

my houses, my ponds

Gone are my limbs

they ache for missing my mother

for missing him.

In your dreams, I am only the present moment

You are gracious, the host.

We find jam and bread

and taste sour cherries

that burst when

we bite into them.

//

For Addison who was Amanda 10/2018

Christianna P. Hannum
 
About the Author 
Christianna Hannum is a writer and filmmaker, living in Pennsylvania with her two children, adopted from Latvia. Her award winning film Goodnight Ladies is about her grandmother, a famous equestrian. Christy loves languages, speaks Italian and Latvian, plays tennis and you can always find her swimming. She is a sometimes stylist, English teacher and fundraiser for museums. She believes in firsts - first loves, first dance, first poem and first travel across the world.  She is working on a memoir - happy, happier, Happiest.