A dream

I looked at the quiet, round face,
her wee thumb gravely parked on her chin,
and eyelids lightly shut.
But the eye balls rolled about fiercely behind those lids-
dreaming perhaps, I thought.
Was it a giant Dinosaur? Could be a pink candy floss,
or big warrior mosquito, at the most.
Those were her favourites, after all.
Also, what more could those wee eyes dream of?
She snuggled deeper, into my arms,
and opened her eyes at last.
They were twinkling, I noticed,
in glee.
What could it be? Had she seen a mammoth Barbie in her dream?
I was informed, before she could be asked-
“Ma, the big bad Michael* police, desssstoy the school”
she recounted with mock shock.
But nothing that she did or say, hide the sheer joy in her eyes.
(Note to self: postpone talking to kid about dreams coming true)

*A character her parents created out of utter desperation, to instill some amount of dread in an otherwise ‘out of hand’ child. Notice how she now uses him for her personal purposes.