OH Mom

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Oh Mom.

 

I sit beneath my favourite tree

 and read my book contentedly

When mother comes to look for me.

She knows exactly where I’ll be

or so she thinks but I’m not there.

 My mind had wandered off somewhere

into a world of fantasy

which drives my mother to despair

 She says I day dream far too much

But she’s completely out of touch

She doesn’t dream she has forgot

 although she used to dream a lot

Before she grew up to be my mom

She could share mine She’d be welcome.

 

Saturday, 14 November 2009

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Reviews

[odhiambo]

this is sad and sweet.i cant imagine not being able to dream because thats really what life is about.pursuing dreams or simply just living our dreams

[deeps]

a person would be a no one without a dream, least that is my oppion.
Once a dream has been fullfilled there is always another dream to accomplish.
I like this write. Very well stated and written!