Memory of a dream

A poem...

Last night I dreamed she married me
My broken heart at last set free

Smiling, she said not a word
But then came a whisper
From the prettiest voice I'd ever heard

It was not my pretty dark-haired bride
But the little girl by her side

"I love you, daddy," she said
Planting a kiss on my head

A solitary tear fell down my cheek
For a moment I could not speak

But things, of course, are not what they seem
For I awoke to tears
And the memory of a dream