My mother kissed my brother.
​My father brought us water;
​As I listened to the rain
​Falling on my window pain.

​The grin they gave as we tucked in
​Was like a hug all warm within.
​I knew their love was ours to keep,
​As we began to fall asleep.

​I wonder at the thunder.
​I ponder as I wander,
​As I travel off to bed
​And unravel words in my head.
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​The door to dreams it seems to me;
​A place of fun and fantasy.
​I float, I fly, I laugh and sigh.
​I watch the clouds drift on, right by.

​Trees growing and winds blowing,
​Limbs swaying and kids playing.
​I am swimming in the air
​We are living without care.

​The sun comes up; I get up too
​And mom has made us all some food.
​Dear dad; he has coffee with cream
​This is really my door to dreams.