The Dream
Standing at the foot of a giant tree in the clearing of a forest I rock a bundle of joy in my arms.
Sunrays are showering through the branchs, glittering their energy on two picnic tables. Two buses arrive. They park close by.
My mother steps out of the first accompanied by her family and her friends. My father steps out of the second accompanied by his family and his friends.
I walk between the tables, smiling to welcome them. I shake hands, I kiss cheeks, directing my mother's party to the table on the left, and my father's to the table on the right.
They all seem very puzzled as they greet with a polite gesture of affection the baby colt cradled in the fold of my left arm. |