A dream:
I stood in a field
Surrounded by children.
One asked,
Will you mentor me?
I hemmed and hawed
Scratched my head,
Then, yes.
But know I don’t take this lightly.
We drove to a school
Children in plaid skirts and narrow ties
Crowded near.
This is my mentor,
The child said.
She took my hand and we walked
Through archways,
Across sports fields.
We sat at narrow desks.
I thought to ask her name.
Didn’t you know already?
It’s your name, too.
A cat wound our way
Demanded a petting.
The girl smiled.
I’ve named her after us.
Praying for Eyebrowz 
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Love the poem, the cat, the dream. Good luck resolving those issues.
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I wanted to write about the dream, but the idea was so nebulous I thought a poem was best. Thank you!
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Your subconscious is giving you lots of great ideas for writing Leslie-
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Could be!
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You’re gonna make me cry ❤
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