Rhyming Thoughts

The Cry in the middle of the Night

In the middle of the night,

I hear sounds of soft crying.

I felt teardrops falling;

And I heard uneven breathing.

I looked to my right

And I thought it was my mom.

I looked to my empty left

And opened my cellphone to play a song.

I was so afraid 

so hugged myself.

And then I stared quietly 

at the empty shelf.

I thought it was a ghost

But gave a second thought.

Maybe I was just scaring myself,

Remembering the old dreams I once fought.

I lied awake for a few minutes more.

And fell asleep before I hear a snore.

When I woke up 

and ran down the stairs.

I saw my mom eating-

Not caring about her morning hair.

I joined with her 

In our quiet breakfast.

When she put down her coffee

And spoke at last.

“Why were you crying last night?”

I stopped before I took a bite.

I looked at her in confusion.

And thought she had an illusion.

“I wasn’t crying.”

Nor was lying.

“But I did hear someone cry

During the middle of the night.”

“My dear, poor dear-

it was you who cried.

Weeping so softly

in the middle of the night.”

I was taken aback 

for I have never thought

That I cried last night 

for a dream that I never fought.