Interpreter of
Dreams
By Faith Kelleher
Ocean Springs MS
Grandmother moans
in her
sleep
utters words
that are
foreign
to conscious minds.
I try
to
interpret them
with my bead
burrowed
beneath
the quilts.
The snow is falling
on
grandmother’s house
Coldness attracted
by warmth
melting
on the tin roof.
She talks
about
grandfather —
his snow covered
boots.
He is trapped
in the
warmth
of her dream.
She moves her arms
up and
down
against the covers
with a
little girl laugh.
Has she fallen back
into the
snow?
Is she making angel
wings?
Her
movements become frantic.
“Grandmother!” I cry
out.
She is
still.
And the snow clings
to the
roof
while her dreams
freeze
on the
pillow.