As you doodle and daydream,
Ponder and plan,
May there always be hope
In that fantasy land.
May all things bright
From your childhood’s heart,
Create a safe haven
from whence to start
A life of your own;
A world of sweet grace.
A sparkling, gleaming,
Dancing place where
You can sing your songs
Play your own tune;
Create your own magic
Under the moon.
.....................written for my wee grandchild
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