Sweet Dreams

Sweet Dreams

Every night she sits with me
At the bottom of my bed
Dressed in white with silver hair
I think she might be dead

Her face is pale, she looks quite old
Her eyes seem awfully dark
Though I try to speak with her
There’s only silence, no remark

Sometimes she makes me very scared
But my mom says not to worry
It’s only gran, she’s passed away
Reading your dreams a perfect story





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