Jack and Jill
My Mom read me nursery rhymes
as in her womb I slept
and in my dreams they come alive
in color and in depth
My dreams begin with Jack and Jill
as down the hill he takes a spill
then I dream of Miss Muffet
scaring a spider from his web and tuffet
I even saw Mary and her little lamb
as she pushed him in a pram
And in the fullness of the moon
I dream of dishes dancing with a spoons
But the best dream of all
is that of being born
and looking into the loving eyes of Mom
while Dad and sis lovingly look on
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Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2012
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