She was dreaming

and time kept moving on

Pleasant scenes

as the baby screamed

Weightlessness was kind

unlike the shuttering house

Nothing occurred at all

yet everything continued going wrong

She did not move

but others came instead

It took a pop and step to be taken from bed

The night had turned to day at least what the people say

Watery eyes stared at no one

Incessant chatter droned on

The moving van was too loud

An empty crib

An empty bed

Lonely home

No one to greet at the end