Dream Mama

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  • Childhood

    Dream Mama

    The Mama in my dreams
    She's little and She's Black
    She's got arms long as trees
    She uses them to Hug me.

    She's got eyes a little sad
    If she smiles i never see
    But i draw Love from her
    Like Honey from a Bee

    My my my my Dream Mama
    Dream me well all night.

    My Dream Mama's lips are
    the color of a rose
    Softened by the Dew
    And they're wet like that too.

    She puts me in Bed
    Then she turns out the light
    But i'm never scared
    Cause i know that she's there...

    My my my my Dream Mama
    Dream me well all night.

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    Phoenix9 commented on Dream Mama

    08-15-2009

    very nice and reflects a childhood memory of a life with lots of love
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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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