Dreamer

As I lay on my back and watch the stars roll by, I think of different things as I stare at the midnight sky. I think of places I've been and places I would like to see, Like watching old faithful or the briny foam upon the sea. I remember thoughts that I realize are mine and mine alone, Like the smell of a hot apple pie being cooked at home. Or the sound of the fifty-five chevy when dad would fire it up, The smell of coffee in the morning when he would fill his cup. The feel of mothers hand when I had a fever that would burn, Or remembering the wrongs I did and my father being stern. But the thought that I have that rises above, Is remembering a family with a lot of love.