Five Years Later

My daughter has bad dreams 

She calls for me, she sobs with grief and the anguish of our pain 

She shatters the quiet night as she relives our story 

And by day, 

Toy plastic tigers come alive to find their way back to each other 

She knows more than she remembers 

And feels more than she understands 

And that is why, while I am too fatigued to sleep 

My daughter has bad dreams