Picture courtesy of Dave Stewart
The gazebo, the band, the nostalgic feel – all made me think of this song. And this song made me think of my mom. This is the result.
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Sweet Dreams
“Sweet dreams ‘til sunbeams find you…” Ellen sang as she worked. “Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you…”
Walking into the kitchen, Oliver smiled at her.
“What are you smiling at?” Ellen reddened, suddenly embarrassed.
“I love hearing you sing. You know all the old songs by heart.” Oliver brushed a curl back from her forehead.
“It keeps my mom alive. Her songs are mine now.”
“But in your dreams whatever they be, dream a little dream of me.”
Ellen danced around the floor with the broom, hearing her mother’s voice echoing from the past, lost in her own sweet dream.
© Erin Leary
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Nostalgic! Good one.
Thank you for reading!
Wonderful story – very moving and brings back good memories! Nan 🙂
Thanks, Nan. My mom’s singing used to bug me as a kid, now it’s the music that brings her back to me the most.
i too wish that she would dream a little dream of Oliver
Oliver will get his chance. Thanks for reading!
Poignant: I like it.
Thank you!
sweet… Randy
Thank you!
I loved this…did you ever see the Nora Ephron film You Got Mail? There’s a scene…a flash back when the Meg Ryan character is little and she dances with her mom…this reminded me of that. Like pushing that curl away. Beautiful words.
Ah, thanks. I will have to re watch that movie now.
It’s a great little film when email and online chatting were just coming into being. I loved Nora E. Big loss.
How nice. I wish I could hear my mother’s voice.
I know that feeling.
There’s something distinctly melancholy about this photo, Erin. I got the bug too. This is such a tender, lovely story. Wonderfully sad and sweet.
I will head over to read yours!
Wonderful memory…
Thank you for reading!
Beautiful song, and a really good story to go with it. Nicely done.
Thank you, Margaret!
Ahh, I heard the music while I read this piece Erin, nicely woven.
Dear Erin,
A sweet, sad and happy piece of good writing. We all dance in the same way, each to our own memories. Very well done.
Aloha,
Doug
Dear Erin,
I love the song, particularly the way Cass Elliot sang it. Songs can have some sweet memories attached, can’t they? Just enough sweetness.
Shalom,
Rochelle
A nice way to be reminded of someone we love … songs. Lovely !!