Dream me a Child that's Mine
Inspired by a wish and dream of mine
Through the sorrowful eyes that sleep,
Dream me a child that's mine alone.
As I start my slumber's sleep,
A very fairy visitation called on my dreams
A chubby cheek of ruby smiles appears
To set my trembling heart afire,
And stir my barren womb to tears,
But not to shed an egg that's gone.
For when I close my eyes to sleep,
I always dream of a child that's mine.
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Nneka Anieze
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My name is Nneka, a mom of one living in Windsor, Ontario. I invite you to explore the many short stories and poems that contain little pieces of my soul. I hope you enjoy my writing as much as I enjoy creating it.
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A beautiful piece.