Dreams Through Our Years

Parents’ lesson or remains on the plate. 

From the milk, the sweets or just too much meat

Young child is captured by nocturnal fate,

Dreams just so horrid he is forced to greet.

Father, mother pass a long wretched day,

knowing the events that surround their schemes

See selves home from work-many bills to pay.

Night lasts, sounds grow yet slip into dreams. 

A blaze, or a monster, parents can wake;

Mother can thrill, amused, break clean, come back.

Child hopes for peace in a bed that is set. 

The play gets frightening, dad calls a break.

But kids to “off” the thing, those skills they lack.

Jump to their room, in advance of their fret.