I dreamed of the old home again last night
With the picket fence all painted white
And the frangipani tree so tall
That we planted there when our child was small.
I went through the house so silently
In search of the woman who used to be me
But all in vain, for the only trace
Was a wedding gown of satin and lace.
And then I came to an open door
And there lay sleeping my children four
The ache in my heart was so intense
As I gazed on their blissful innocence.
I tried to hold on to the bygone years
With their joys and sorrows, their hopes and fears
But, as I touched them, they fled away
And I awoke to a bright new day.
My children now have grown and gone
And a different path they travel along.
Do they sometimes dream, as I did last night
Of the house with the picket fence painted white.