Drifting, Slowly Drifting
Drifting, slowly drifting
in my mind to a place
of long ago.
As I dose off to a dream land
so peaceful and quite,
seeing my friends playing
their cares away.
As I walk up to them
they greet me with smiles
and hugs, saying how
they have missed me.
I look around knowing
that this was the place
where I had the best time of
my life.
Drifting farther away
from the present, still
to even better days,
family all gathered,
around the old Christmas tree,
a real one, with the smell of pine
in the air, snow on the ground
for a white Christmas to enjoy.
Looking at my mother, forgot
how young she was at one time,
brothers and my dear sister,
oh what joy, this was to be here.
Morning came to soon,
as the light of day woke me,
and I drifted back to the present,
memories of long ago remembered
and will cherish them for ever.
wrote 9-3-08
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