Treasure Island

Michael Henshall

(09/09/1991 / Townsville)

Family Dreams


I lay in bed to go to sleep, I lay in bed and don’t make a peep
I think of all the things I’ve done and how I would love to raise a son
When I think of all that we would do and how I’d always take care of you, it makes me smile to think of a child who I would love like wild, when I finally fall asleep, I dream of my baby’s first weep, I’ve done it now and can’t turn back but never mind il cut me some slack, I love my fiancé and my kid
That’s just something we both did, my fiancé and I had trouble conceiving the baby that we now have breathing,
Were now a family that’s happy in life, to have each other now husband and wife ©

Submitted: Tuesday, June 25, 2013
Edited: Friday, July 26, 2013

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I wrote this poem for myself and my fiancé who have been trying for a baby for the last 4 years and cant conceive, in my sleep I dream that we will have a baby and be a happy family.

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