My best poems are written at night when The twinkle of my children’s eyes fade into the Realm of dreams and possibility. It is The moment when I find myself wanting To encase them in a world ready to protect Their little hearts as they dream of places Not yet seen and adventures not yet had My best poems are written at night when Dreamland is nearly in…
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