Wednesday, August 24, 2011

One window

Every morning dad closes my window.
Every night I open my window,
So I don't dream.
I use my pillow
to make  a house with pillows
because I love pillow
This night I opened my window a different way,
and I see a willow.


1 comment:

  1. Nice poem. I don't think dream is related to opening the window or not. There is nothing to be afraid of in the darkness.

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