by Mary E. Preece

Created on: August 06, 2008

In the House they Arose

In the house on the hill I grew as a little girl.
Not a big house but a good house, made from one
that stood before.
Now in my dream I go back there and I know that it is it,
Yet the feelings that I have are not warm and fuzzy anymore.
Something is wrong and I am awakened in my dream but not really, for
my mother says Auntie is in the room on the side and she must be

awakened from her eternal sleep and so must her daughter.
So frightened I cannot move yet I see my mother come down a hallway,
never in that house on the hill.
Into the room she goes and with her hand over them she says
a few words over first Auntie and then the daughter and they arise.
I am so frightened.
Though feeling as a small child my own grown daughter appears and begins to speak
to cousin of mine.
They hit it off and are so happy.
They grab umbrellas and go for a walk.
Although it is dark and pouring.
I begin to unwind and stir about.
Mother says it will only be for a short while then they will return to sleep.
I still do not know the reason or why they have awakened.
I had not known they were in a room of the house.
A man appears and says this happens all the time, to be not afraid.
I see the cardboard sign over the door and in velvet it says, "Home Sweet Home".
He says sometimes people refuse to go back to sleep and live for years after being awakened.
Auntie and daughter were two of those who did not want to go back to sleep.
My cousin and daughter were friends, laughing and happy, they made me happy to watch them.
Maybe everything will be alright, even though I am still without a clue.
Maybe it is because I touched a corpse today at a funeral.
A person I loved dearly.
A person I am sure will live happily again.
I awaken, shaken and concerned.
Surely that must be the cause of this dream.

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