Shirley Hudson Poet Free verse

In this lonely old room

I drift off to sleep,
As I walk to the beach,
I see the glow of the moon.
What a beautiful sight, 
When I dream in this lonely old room.
This room of white,
Not a soul nearby,
Only nurses who roam the halls.
This room of white,
Almost like a tomb.
Oh, my dreams,
The place I yearn for,
My true love is Italy.
Yet I look out the window, and
All I see is the doom.
I'm still here,
But maybe soon,
I'll be outside the cafe,
In the old country, we call Italy.
The place I've always dreamed of going,
So, meet me at high noon,
I'll save you a seat.
This is what I dream of,
In this lonely old room.

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Darlene De Beaulieu May 7, 2025 at 5:22 PM Hello Shirley, that is some dream you had. you want to be somewhere else. Are you back in the hospital? enjoy your evening my friend. /Darlene/ Darlene De Beaulieu June 10, 2025 at 11:05 AM Hello Shirley, Your writing a book! No wonder I have not heard from you. Shirley what area of Italy are you writing about? did you begin to write the book? Lets keep in touch. That is if you want to. Hugs. /Darlene/. Shirley Hudson June 10, 2025 at 6:37 AM Girl I've been here for awhile Ha!! You have a great day hun. I've been dreaming about Italy and it was such a wild tale...my nurse said you gotta make this a book. So I am writing it down. Ha!