and when i dream

in my dreams they have dirt under their finger nails and wind in their hair.

they have long afternoons of losing track of time in pretend play, a book or a game.

my dreams show petting pigs, riding horses and taking bites of apples freshly picked.

in my dreams we make containers for their education. containers called memories and made of popsicle sticks and glue guns.  memories are such capable companions.  they hold so very much.