I hear music and laughter
in the next room.
I lie in my crib, long to be held,
to be where the music plays.

I cry, long and lusty,
Wanting someone to carry me out
to where the fun is happening.
I am full of sadness,
since no one comes to hold me.

Soon my eyes are heavy with sleep,
Lulled by the music out there,
which becomes my very own
Unforgettable
dream song.

Shirley Tofte
May 2018

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