I will hold my pen to bed
When the day comes with no words for poetry
I will dream of our infant voices
as mother warns us to quit the dashes
Yet we will run into to the kitchen
Hiding and seeking
Happy and smiling
Category: poetry
You are still in my dreams, Poetry by Joe Keppel
So long ago and so far away
I used to dream of you everyday
You were in my arms and in my heart
Our life together was about to start
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