Lost With In the Closet

Where can a child go for fun, If he can walk or ride or run? Where can a child go and play, To have some fun in an unusual way? When all is loud and no one listens, The moon will shine and stars will glisten. Where can a child imagine the rain, Pitter-pattering on the pane? Slowly, quietly I walked away, From mom and dad and siblings that day. All were panicked and sore afraid, Every inch of the house they did raid. Where is my child my mother did say, But I was in another world that day. I played alone and fell asleep, With in moms closet not a peep. It took them a while before they found me, But I didn't care I was dreaming you see. I traveled the oceans far and wide; I climbed the mountains where pixies abide. I floated upon the clouds that day, And I watched Peter Pan at play. I walked upon the ocean floor, And saw pirate ships and gold galore. But with in mom's arms was the best place to be, I'm so glad that she found me.