Dear Jamie,
I miss you. We miss you.
I wish this terrible car crash
Was just a dream, but it isn’t
I wish you could come back
to us. Sometimes you do come back
to me in my dreams and when you do
we play swords, imagine dragons, drink creamy
play fight, I make you eggs, we play sword fight with our pee and piss in the yard.
But then I wake up and realize the horrible truth, then I remember all the fun
things we did in my dreams and I feel happy.
I love you,
Demetri
©2004 Demetri Weir
May 23, 2004
Sharp Hospice Journey to My Heart Camp
Camp Stevens