Imagine the things you could ever dream
Eggs, cakes, and star beams.
Bears wearing sunglasses, acting all cool,
Or, maybe your tears have turned to drool.
Oh, candy, galore, falling from the sky,
Maybe you'll even spot Bill Nye, the science guy!
Poppies, what a sight, growing from the sand,
Space, right there, always near hand.
No matter the dream, or troubles in head,
I'll always love you, my child, and alway will,
As I watch play by the window ceil.
To you, my child, as you sleep and wait for the images to appear~