Dreams Poem by Melissa Killough

Dreams some crazy, weird, good, bad.
Some amazing, 'What is everyone dreaming'.
Hearing screams, hearing cries.
Imaging two kids playing on the beach about two years old.
Listen do you hear the giggles, the laughs.
Not like today, we wish we were in our dreams.
To get away from all the hating and all the sounds of screams of kids waking up alone.
Dreams can come true if we work toward good of what we wish.