Baby Dreams

Fabric mountains tumble down
to kiss her snowy crown.
Light outlines her mother’s nose,
her lips make rubies frown.

Ten worms wiggle in her palms like waves.
Ten more are trapped in bootie caves!
The tree trunks flail, they punch, they punt.
The world in my hands seeks sleep with a grunt.

When sleep finally comes, the tree trunks rest.
Worms finally doze; Mountains wave to the west.
A river sings familiar lullabies.
The whole world is right in front of my eyes.

I’ll hum along and sail the stream
’till morning’s sunny screams.
The whole world smiles and falls asleep
when my baby dreams.


Todays best new poem was written by James Retherford.


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