Getting To Imagination Land
At eight, she could not wait to go to sleep.
Imagination land was where she wanted to live.
Things changed rapidly, but all toward the good.
People were kind to each other.
Hugs and kisses were allowed.
Your parents did not make fun of you for crying.
No one called you stupid, idiot or retard.
She could not wait to get to her bed.
Dreaming was the highlight of her day and her night.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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