Dream- a poem from the perspective of an old woman By: Svetina S.

 Dream- a poem from the perspective of an old woman

By: Svetina S.

I had a dream

that I woke up and

I was eighteen years old again.

My back didn’t ache when

I got out of bed and

my knees held up my weight.

I could hear the birds

chirping outside

through both of my ears as

I opened the door 

of my childhood bedroom

and it smelled like breakfast.

Toast in the toaster,

eggs in the pan,

nostalgia in the air.

My vision was clear enough

to see my parents 

in the kitchen 

And they were still alive

for me to say

“I love you.”

I was beautiful

because I was young

and that was enough.

Young enough

To make mistakes and

have people love me anyway

Have people forgive me

when I say

“I didn’t know better.”

I felt like 

I would be

young forever

I felt like I had

all the time

in the world.

And

I swore to God that

I would never get used to it.