Wednesday, April 9, 2014

This is where



This is where

This is where
I saw you there
Your dreaming eyes
a pointed stare

This is where
I fell in a chair
All the while
Without a care

This is where
I sat atop
A giant, boulder
My big rock

Imagining
A strawberry lock
Grandmother’s hair
We were a pair

Fed me porridge
A long spoon
Mom told stories
About the moon

This is where
Dreams aren’t rare
Magic’s true
And so are you

Where I am
I sit in prayer
This is where
I remember you

Dear childhood





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