When I would awaken
From a dream so surreal
Daddy use to say to me
Dreams are not real.
It’s just your imagination
Running wild and free
I’m right here beside you
Holding you back to sleep.
Daddy, I’m still dreaming
And, I’m dreaming of you
If dreams are not real
Why are you still holding me?
Deborah Ann Tornillo
Author, “36 Days Apart”
http://www.authorsden.com/dtornillo