Dream a dream
I'll dream one too
you dream of me
and I'll dream of you
we can dream that
our dream comes true
I'll dream you are here with me
you dream I am there with you
and then I'll just wait by the telephone
for the call that says you're coming home
you're coming back to my time zone
I'll dream a dream I'll dream of you
waiting for the day this dream comes true
- Author: willyweed ( Offline)
- Published: February 26th, 2017 09:50
- Comment from author about the poem: one of my twins ...my oldest daughters is living abroad as dean of an international school, proud yes that proud no I rather have them back here with me. My granddaughter is 10 now 7 when they went. this poem is for her.
- Category: Family
- Views: 49
Comments8
This poem is so nicely written. Dreams... yes.... we all have them and they can come to true. Maybe I dream of you and you dream of me and we meet here in writing about it too. I also wrote a poem about a dream...
ok but that's not a dream its an appointment? anytime RR it would be a pleasure, like Lennon & McCartney? ww
Dreamy poem WW. Lovely.
I could say I dream of you dream girl but I won't Thank you Miz Write be light prim and proper like!
Again Thank you beautiful! WW
I lost your phone number, otherwise I would of called. only joking. another tender poem. love your work willyweed.
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Your a blessing in disguise? that's why I did not see you! ww
Thank you sir Mine are too except this wayward runaway and her parents just wait till I get a hold of then to
fly away hairs....birds yes that's it birds! ww
Very good write, I am fortunate in that my grandchildren are relatively close by and we can see them regularly.
What a beautiful family dream. Touching and memorable.
Thank You Sir you are very kind! ww
Bloody beautiful
Nothing more
To say !!!!!
Say something I have a bloody nose now I was coming in the out door and someone was going out are the stars out tonight? Do you have a clean shirt for me to borrow this one is bloody, plus I don't want to go all the way back to America to get one I'm sleeping over At Brian's tonight ...Ps I'll ring you later? if I ever get off the 2nd floor of this bus? ww
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