Red Polka-Dotted Teapots

A simple dream...

Byron, my brother, who's three,

in the middle of the night, came up to me,

"Michael, oh Michael!" He whispered then said,

"Oh, do get out of bed!

I must tell you the dream I had!"

Moaning, I reply, darkness cloaking my sight,

"Byron, it's the middle of the night!"

He says back, slight fear coloring his tone,

"Yes, don't worry, I know, I know!"

Looking around, as if for something bad,

he squeaks, "I think I've gone mad!"

Byron continues, as if I have information he sought,

"In my dream, I dreamt of red polka-dotted teapots!"

I smile, pat his head and reassuringly say,

"I dream of those kinds of things everyday!"

Author's Note

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Reviews

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joyful to read... what imagination fills young minds and seeps into our dreams!

[nono]

Really interesting, but it's pretty, something different. I get sick of all the vampire and war crap that people write about day in and day out. I mean think outside the box....Nice job this is truly something different.