My Book Upon The Shelf Poem

As a child of small, my head so full with dreams
Daydreaming, whilst look into sky, lazy summer breeze
Feeling happy, so content, I’d skip my way back home
Humming sweet tune sung to me, my Angel in classroom

Excited after finished tea, I run away up stairs
My head within another book, the hours pass away
My mind so lost, no one heard, captivated so
Not hearing when my Mother shouts, it’s bedtime, you do know

Chucking on my dressing gown, warm cocoa in my hand
Slurping the last bit of it, my plaits fall to the ground
Getting cosy in my bed, my eyelids start to close
In my dreams, my fun does start, my dreams again I chose

I dream I am a writing, a book of words myself
One which will be read by all, displayed of Red on shelf
Yes I’ll hear excitement, yes I’ll hear a laugh
One day my words will belong to all, just pick it off the shelf

Love, light and healing energies too you all
Tm