Dreamer
As I lay on my back and watch the stars roll by,
I think of different things as I stare at the midnight sky.
I think of places I've been and places I would like to see,
Like watching old faithful or the briny foam upon the sea.
I remember thoughts that I realize are mine and mine alone,
Like the smell of a hot apple pie being cooked at home.
Or the sound of the fifty-five chevy when dad would fire it up,
The smell of coffee in the morning when he would fill his cup.
The feel of mothers hand when I had a fever that would burn,
Or remembering the wrongs I did and my father being stern.
But the thought that I have that rises above,
Is remembering a family with a lot of love.
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