Kaila George

(20 October 1962 / New Zealand)

A Childs Dream


I use to watch my boy
When he was just one
As he slept the night away
In a dreamlike slumber land

He use to gurgle and smile
In his cute little way
Always made me wonder
What do children dream of?

Is it fluffy white clouds?
That drifts in a summer morn

Or is it twinkle little star
In the moonlight beam

Do they play with their loved ones?
In a candy land of dreams

Oh won't that be grand
Living life in candy land

Then he would just gurgle
His sweet little baby sound

Then softly I would tuck
In his cot so warm

And watch him once again
Drift off to never land

He is my insperation
He is my shining light

He was given to me in faith
So I cherish him for life

Submitted: Monday, July 02, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, July 03, 2012

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Dedicated to my son

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