The Boy, the Poet,The Dream
Asleep, he did indeed look.
The pajamed boy, reading his
poetry book.
Of the forty poems, he did indeed
write!
Nothing trite, but his dreams of
future might.
His dog, faithful and true, did quietly
lay.
On a royal blue carpet, that had not
a fray.
That scene, so simple, lives on in my
life forever.
A gentle boy, who would achieve his
fondest endeavors.
The world, I knew, held much hope
ahead, in God’s hands.
His sunshine blesses people in all
the lands.
10/23/2021
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2021
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