I Will Hold My Pen To Sleep

I will hold my pen to sleep When the day comes with no words for poetry I will dream of our infant voices as mother warns us to quit the dashes Yet we will run into to the kitchen Hiding and seeking Happy and smiling That I may wake with a forgetful feeling Of when you came at me Dressed in the warm skimpy memories When we played childishly I shall dream of our happy screams Even if they are now of dusty voices A paper, a pen; both ready I shall finally map out this wording; "I dreamt of our infant voices As mother warned us to quit the dashes Yet,we ran into the kitchen Hiding and seeking, Happy and smiling"