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Miss Dream died on a peaceful, gloomy night.
Her young mother by her bed, tranquil, without a fight.
She wasn't surprised, flabbergasted, or aghast.
What was expected, came true at last.
Upset, of course, the mother was,
But it's a rotten, dirty lie on all people's tongues
That says: "It takes five steps to overcome this loss.
"Denial, anger, bargaining,
Depression, acceptance." It's blundering!
They jumped the queue of numbering.
She went through Acceptance first,
Even before her darling Dream was cursed.
She knew her Dream was going to perish.
All signs were there, they didn't vanish.
No sooner than Her fate was sealed,
Her mother's Depressed soul revealed
A nasty notion of naught.
Naught to death, naught to pain!
The sorrow and the woe were in vain.
After a long time of tears and wails,
She wished for her Daughter's presence.
"If only I had my Dream with me,
If only she was there with me.
I'd take good care of her,
No longer neglect that soulful heir."
She kept Bargaining.
Anger was what she felt,
After a long debate with herself.
"I don't deserve this demise!
This is what I get after all my tries?
Who is there to see my Dream
Has gone and all my hopes are dim?"
She Denied and Denied and Denied
All she could do was to ignore how She died.
"She's alive, happily in her room!
Now it's time for her to play and bloom!"
Heavens cried "Oh, she is not.
But I have something to show if you might."
Mother stepped out in the garden
Where they had dug in her Daughter.
The wind kept caressing her face,
But flowers and birds kept singing in place.
It was when the sixth step came to life,
Just as she saw a sunflower so alive
On her Dream's grave, ready to strive.
It was Hope, the last step.
One day, in another shape or form,
may her Dream resurrect!