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| I dream of a placeto call my own A place my baby boy can call home Just a small house with just enough room For the toys and books that he will have soon A house with two bedrooms, a place for a crib A nice little kitchen, what I wouldn't give To make it all happen, I wish for it all For only my son, growing strong and tall I watch as he sleeps and dream of much more I think of the tiny clothes he once wore He's growing and changing so fast, you see He needs to live with his Daddy and me I hope really soon we'll all live together And look out for each other forever and ever They both are especially dear to my heart My little boy's life needs a meaningful start The list is too long of the things I must give To the life I created and held within I dream of a place to call our own A place that my family can call home. February 2000 One month after I wrote this poem, we found our house. Two months later, we moved in! Moral of the story: if you want something, write a poem about it! |
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