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.
Word count: 100
“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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