Dream
In Memory of Janet
WE WERE CARAVANING IN CONWAY ONE SUNNY MAY
WHEN MY WIFE AWOKE AND CALLED OUT IN DISMAY,
IT WAS THREE IN THE MORNING, IT WAS A SHOCK,
WHAT’S THE MATTER I ASKED, AS I CHECKED THE CLOCK,
SOMEONE’S BURNING OUR HOUSE WHILE WE ARE AWAY,
NO! IT’S JUST A DREAM SO WE DECIDED TO STAY.
ON RETURNING HOME, WE HAD A SHOCK, IT WAS TRUE,
THE SIDE DOOR WAS OPEN, IT HAD BEEN FORCED THROUGH,
ON ENTERING THE KITCHEN, THE PLACE WAS A TIP,
A MATCH BOX ON TOP OF THE FRIDGE, ROUGHLY RIPPED,
SOMEONE HAD LEFT BURNT MATCHES ALL OVER THE PLACE,
THEY HAD BEEN USED TO HELP LIGHT UP THE PLACE.
THE POLICE WERE AWARE THAT THE BREAK IN HAD OCCURRED,
THEY HAD MADE AN ARREST SAME NIGHT WAS THE WORD,
THE THIEF HAD TAKEN SENTIMENTAL JEWALLERY & CASH,
HE WAS ARRESTED OUTSIDE A PUB CALLED “THE ASH”
TWO YEARS GOAL FOR THIS CRIME IS WHAT HE GOT,
MY WIFE JANET HAD SEEN THE WHOLE SORRY PLOT!
(1993)
This is a poem which I put together following a holiday in North Wales, and my wife Janet woke suddenly in the night and said she had dreamed that our home was on fire.
