DREAMS
DREAMS OF A DREAMER
Night's approaching the storm has passed,
The wind's died down,
it's calm,at last....
Every thought,
every dream in my diary I'll write,
With a candle beside me as I sail through the night,
Don't know when I'll return or if it's meant to be.
For my dreams I must follow to be real,
to be free.
Now I put my pen down and I bid you Good night!
As my ship,
from your eyes slowly moves out of sight...
poem 1998 by Christina...
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A DAY TO GIVE BABIES AWAY
Today's a day to give babies away
or at least to some it feels that way.
Those tiny fingers that clung to you, Now have other things to do.
They curl inside yours....
deep in slumber
Now they draw a straight line and a grip the burnt umber.
It won't be long,you know in your heart
Before there are other,
things to start.
Those tiny fingers that clung to you will soon have other things to do.
They'll study algebra and the Civil war
it won't be long,
till they drive a car.
The days of cookie break and naptimes
Will yield to days of coffee breaks and quiting time.
Perhapes they'll find a cure for disease
or maybe the cure to lasting peace.
Those tiny fingers that clung to you will have other things to do.
Todays a day to give babies away
or at least to some it feels that way.
Those tiny fingers have much to do
But at least for tonight,
they'll come home to you.
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