A Dream
This is not a poem. It was a dream I had.
My father wrote a long poem.
It had no meaning.
God told him he must do it in one word.
A shield on heavy paper—glued a mirror on it.
Wrote in blood “HE.”
Then added “R” (HER).
Then added “Z.” (HERZ) which is German for heart!
Then he went out of the room.
John William Sweazey retired Emeritus from the University of Washington at fifty. He enjoys sharing his thoughts, experiences, and dreams with Northwest Prime Time readers.
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