Dreams Poem by Rod Morris

Dreams

Rating: 4.0


A bad dream came when I was small
Something chased me down the hall
It turned out not to be that bad
Cause I was rescued by my Dad
He cuddled me in his own bed
He soon soothed me by what he said
Good dreams bad dreams come to play
When you wake up they've gone away

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
All part of growing up, this really happened to me.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Heather Wilkins 24 September 2013

A sweet poem reflecting on childhood dreams and dear old dad. a good write

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Rod Morris

Rod Morris

Auckland, New Zealand
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