Beautiful Dream

The sun rises to a beautiful summer’s day,
The trees sway in the breeze touched by the sun’s rays,
Birds flying in the sky some eating breadcrumbs,
Butterflies hovering in between flowers while bees hum.

My husband is eating breakfast without a fuss,
My son has just risen eyes blurry not focused,
My twins already fed and dressed giggling,
Over the floor their toys while they are wriggling.

I am tired, happy and smiling broadly,
How better could my life be I can’t be bored,
My life complete without a doubt my family with me,
For so long I have wanted my life happy to be.

Morning flies by I am so busy with my family,
Wanted by them loving it all greedily,
No riches I want as I am richly loved by all,
What more do I want nothing that I can recall.

The room slowly darkens I feel so sleepy,
I feel bewildered the darkness is very creepy,
My eyes begin to open and I am lying in bed,
It was all a dream of my perfect family life.

My husband is half asleep upon the settee,
My son is in Canada probably fast asleep,
No twins for me, no other children,
Maybe one day my dream will come true.

Philippa Hope-Hornsey

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About Philippa

I am married to Rick and we live in a small town in County Durham. We have two dogs, a cat and two budgies. I am also an adoption survivor. In 1981 my son was born and I was then forced to surrender him. It took 23 years and reunion for my to find out that my son's adoption was legally known as a forced adoption and illegal but social workers got away with it because mothers didn't know their rights.
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