My son likes to write in his journal while I do my own creative writing. Having noticed my interest in poetry, he has been writing a lot of rhyming things lately. This poem, however, is a real break through for him, as he's been dealing with some very stressful transitions. It warms my heart to know he can express so wonderfully in his writing the way he is feeling...
At home in bed I lay asleep,
all the dreams that come I can't keep.
The ones of joy and happiness
when I'm awake are ones I miss.
I'm happy now, don't get me wrong,
my dreams they never last too long.
And now awake I feel a smile
come from inside me all the while.
I've learned in dreams how to feel
the happiness that's in me still.
[This message has been edited by January Flowers (edited 02-17-2000).]