AUNTLANI

AUNTLANI

(A telephone call)

Auntlani?

Yes, my little bird.

I had a beautiful dream.

Did you?

It is still night isn’t it?

Yes.

I thought it was morning.

No it is still night.

I dreamt about a more beautiful world.

What kind of a world?

There were more trees

and lakes and green fields,

and fewer houses and people.

It must have been beautiful.

Oh yes, it was and I was there

and everybody I love was near me. 

Auntlani?

Yes, my little bird.

Is there really such a place?

Yes, there must be such a place

somewhere.

I will dream about it again.

Dream about it again, little bird.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

And she peacefully slept again.

She was only seven, seven years,

I mused, and fell asleep,

wondering about her world.