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        SWEET DREAMS
Crisp white sheets, a warm eiderdown,
A soft pillow to lay my weary head down,
By the bed a warm pretty pink lamp aglow,
Inviting me off to that bed to now go.

Chintz curtains to close out the cold night,
A cup of sweet cocoa there in my sight,
A sweet smell of lavender, a bath to take,
Just to soak in a hot tub me clean to make.

Comfortably full after a really good meal,
Soft cream for my cracked hands to heal,
A chair to place my clothes on with care,
A radio playing sweet music somewhere.

My cardboard bed was wet right through,
That dream again had not yet come true,
The hunger that grips me hard is still there,
One day there’ll be an answer to my prayer,

That dream keeps me going it may come true,
Instead of hungry and dirty everyday through,
Just one more warm bath before I must die
And to sleep in a bed as I heavenward fly.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson January 17, 2004